[Intro: Nas]
Light a cigar or somethin'
Yeah, pour me a drink ya'll, would you?
N***as is chillin', Drama style

[Verse 1: Nas]
This is, yacht music
Rock to the G shot music
Lets tie our boats together
Run from deck to deck
With [?] shades we could ride the coast together, weather 90
No chinchilla coats will ever find me
Virgin Islands, crown [?] 88 [?]
Marijuana aficionados, grade A reefer
I ain't stressin' shit
This ressession don't affect the rich
Count a hundred G and a hundred degrees
[?] locked up so none of us are free
From slave ships to having best boat contests
In St. tropez with skinny model cokeheads
This for my n***as at [?]
I found heaven on earth
I found money kills loyalty
N***as is salty and me, this is raw news
I'm watching rich n***as actin' like poor dudes
Check all of they moves
They used to eat at Mr. Chaos, and now they switched to Sal's
From smiles to frowns they don't listen they gettin' foul
They was gettin' it
I was hittin' them they wasn't textin' back
Now they hittin' my jack askin' where am I at
There's desperation in they voice, I'm just with my boys
Same place I been, same Tims
Different color Benz, couple twins, couple friends
On the water, just listenin' to yacht music
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
I'm too far to go back now
Done too much I know that
Cause I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
I'm too far to stop, gotta keep on, yea
Cause I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere

[Verse 2: Willie The Kid]
Yacht music, chop a fool before we drop to it
Probably clothes on the home by the docks to it
Beach houses, a few freaks, two spouses
Bought 'em each blouses, turquoise pouches
Got [suade?] on the walls, gator print couches
Statues, water fountains overlook the mountains
Countin', throwin' dollars from the floor, yea
Doubt my countin', got a lawyer for my lawyer
This loyalty amongst everybody here
Watch as the yacht disappears from the pier
[?] as disappears off the runway
Came a long way, started week like a Monday
And this a prayer for political prisoners
A check for the public school system, my signature
Filanthropist, I'm a foreign car analyst
Inside peanut butter, outside amethyst
Caught you rap n***as flashin' splergin
Tryna save face like a plastic surgeon
I'll be out earnin', I'm clean as detergent
It's not a verse it's a sermon of this [?]
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
I'm too far to go back now
Done too much I know that
Cause I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
I'm too far to stop, gotta keep on, yea (Feel good bae)
Cause I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere

[Verse 3: Scarface]
And its more than just music poppin'
Got my ass squatin'
And there's six dudes droppin', watchin'
All these bitches poppin'
Comin' out of they closets [?]
In and out of this ghetto, no secret
Its been a week since I seen this freak bitch
Names sweetness, lets me release this
Lord have mercy Jesus
Hit the G-Spot then skeet skeet
Not just knee deep
[?] when she did the freak with me
Now we, don't speak
Unless she tells me she needs this stroke that these other n***as don't know [?]
That they can't go ever hit high notes, lost on the boat sayin' no
Go slow, then stop and she pops everythin' sticky on my yacht
This is more than just music
[?] she loses focus
Or when she came, [?]
She knows she can't be no mo', my hoe
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
I'm too far to go back now
Done too much I know that
Cause I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
I'm too far to stop, gotta keep on, yea (Feel good bae)
Cause I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere