Rick Ross (Verse One):
He not bigger than biggy, [bad word] I'm bigger than you. It's just a boat if it cost you like a milli or two. Gotta kick off your shoes, Okay let's take a [bad word]  Here's my captain now relax, Let him do what he do. Okay who rolling spinach? 'Cause I'm reeling the anchor. Smoke up an acre of grass, Wake up in Jamaica. Couple nautical knots, I call my Cubanos to cop, Puerto Rico for women, Hit Barbados to shop. Living larger than life, Call this the Yacht Club, Before you join us, [bad word] you gotta get your stocks up. She walking back and forth, She just itching to [bad word]  And then I heard her whisper: (Girl, you know he rich as [bad word]  Travel the seven seas, There is no better breeze. If he indulge in jealousy his [bad word] better breathe. Man overboard cause he going overboard, [bad word] it's over for him- Put that on my vocal chord.
Magazeen: [bad word]  There's a party, going on. All the gals dem [bad word]  To the Yacht Club. Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in. {2x.}
Rick Ross (Verse Two)
Kill all the middle men, I'm the Millitant Gilligan, Speaking Creole with gentlemen as I [bad word] the Caribbean. Oh Lord, I'm a star down in St. Barth's, The fat Tommy Lee, I made out with like eight broads. But up in Costa Rica, I get the most of features. She no speakey no Ingles, Maybe Fat Joe could teach her. Smoking barrels of reefer, Only the Yacht Club. Before you join us, [bad word] you gotta get your stocks up. Travel the seven seas, There is no better breeze, When we started selling keys this just how we thought it would be. No one agrees with me, But that's just how it goes. I'm the greedy genius, no reference to the ugly clothes. 
I still hustle for dough but no more me scuffing my soles. Make the presentation and [bad word] me the customer's sold. I'm [bad word] in the Gulf, I think you're So Def. Janet was in control, Because that hoe left.
Magazeen: [bad word]  There's a party, going on. All the gals dem [bad word]  To the Yacht Club. Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in. (Let Them In.) {2x.}
Rick Ross (Verse Three)
My [bad word] a big stretch and quick to tell a [bad word] fetch. Tell you to kiss her [bad word] after you bought that [bad word] breast. Her head above average, My head above water, By now you can see my palace right off the coast of Florida. I'm into fine fish, with a slight lime twist, Veggies on the side of course, Kush appetizers. Let your Mercedes chill, Roll with a Navy SEAL. This the Yacht Club, Wodie [bad word] me? Your lady will. Still spilling champagne, Or is it Merlot? [bad word] it, it's fine wine. My [bad word] a virgo. I don't do the signs, Unless it's dollars on them. I'm the boss of the boat, Cashmere collar on them. Thinking of last year, and all the money's made, Now it's corporate investing, Amongst the other things. No one agrees with me, But that's just how it goes, I'm the greedy genius, no reference to the ugly clothes.
Magazeen: [bad word]  There's a party, going on. All the gals dem [bad word]  To the Yacht Club. Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in. (Let them in.) {4x.}
Magazeen: -You gotta let the ladies know what is the Yacht Club. (Jamaican Patois in background) BUMBACLOT!!