[Intro: RTB MB]
This bitch if you is not—, uh
RTB, n***a, gang
Come on

[Chorus: RTB MB]
This a yacht party, get off this bitch if you is not naughty
Paid three-hunnid for them sticks on yo' face, them is not Carti's
"Mrs. Officer, I'm really tryna fuck," like a cop callin' me
On the road with that dog shit, n***a, this is not Marley

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
Wock' in my cup with city girls, they finna act up
I ain't never had no overalls, but I'm strapped up
Need a bitch like Serena 'cause she always got her racks up
Knock the apple out yo' head, you get to reachin' for this Macbook
Hit her from the back off a E, got her tracks took
Extendo out the strap big as fuck, look like Shaq foot
I'm out in Houston lookin' for a Whitney, but not the crack look
Sick, brodie was a rat, and the chef got the trap cooked
I ain't pay cheese for the top, shе out in Bankhead
Fuck I look like beefin' with a ham? We ain't got thе same bread
Forgot my trench coat, then she squirted, I did the rain dance
I spilled some Wockesha on my new Amiris and got the same pants
Kells and Boogz smokin' on the opps just like Gangland
Woofin' on the 'net, and you ain't get no get back for yo' main mans
I'm rich as hell, so when she out with her n***a, I make her change plans
I got all my hoes trained, they be in the same stance
Miami bitch on the boat, she got her toes out
In L.A., it's like MMA 'cause the 'bows out
I get off the 'shrooms, I'm tryna see just what her soul about
I'm back to fuckin' on the ratchet bitches, where the bold mouth?
My n***as crazy, yeah, they Ludacris, I make 'em roll out
It's dinner time at the strip club, I brought a roll out
I see some n***as eyein' at the strip club, I brought the pole out
We be skatin', slidin' on the opps just like it's Roll Bounce
I'm fightin' felonies, huh? That's what you tellin' me?
Really think they tryna blackball 'cause they scared of me
Shit hurt my pride when my mama said, "You failin' me"
Benji's on my mind, all these bitches want is letter D
I'm in 8 Mile, feel like Eminem, he like Cheddar B
Bro on house arrest, but if I call, it make the teller beep
Fuck around and got stuck in L.A., now I'ma better me
I'm at Crazy Girls, fuckin' with the bitch who got the wettest P
Bitch, now lets get back to this party
I just busted in this bitch, she said she late, but she ain’t tardy
Cap done told me, "Now we fucked it up," I told him, "Go and charge me"
She got on her knees and sucked it up, I told her she a Barbie
[Bridge: RTB MB]
This a yacht party, n***a
This a yacht party, n***a
This a yacht party, n***a
This a yacht party, n***a
Yeah, this a yacht party

[Chorus: RTB MB]
This a yacht party, get off this bitch if you is not naughty
Paid three-hunnid for them sticks on yo' face, them is not Carti's
"Mrs. Officer, I'm really tryna fuck," like a cop callin' me
On the road with that dog shit, n***a, this is not Marley
This a yacht party, get off this bitch if you is not naughty
Paid three-hunnid for them sticks on yo' face, them is not Carti's
"Mrs. Officer, I'm really tryna fuck," like a cop callin' me
On the road with that dog shit, n***a, this is not Marley

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Huh, me and Miles, ten bad hoes on a yacht
You know Skilla Baby keep him some bowls, come shop
You know I love seein' pretty white toes on a thot
Forty-two shots, Casamigos on the rocks, huh
Babygirl ass fat in that two-piece
Huh, she got a BBL, that's a new booty (Huh?)
That pussy pretty call her Ms. Good Coochie (Huh?)
Let me fuck you on the camera, make a movie
I wanna see that pussy bust like a Uzi
Huh, baby, can you let me fuck on the jet ski?
Huh, baby put me in her Close Friends, she messy
Huh, it's a yacht party
She like buffs, so I let her wear my Carti's
Baby gon' fuck the party up, block party
Sign her to Good Coochie Records, she my artist
[Outro: Skilla Baby]
Huh?