Ocean Prime (feat. Boldy James)

Where we at with it? We tuna melt all of the smelts and fillet the salmons (what else?) Ocean prime with the Caesar salad but the dressin' Italian Had to break out the whale scales, took a day to count it (uh-huh) Plugged out in St. Thomas, from the Virgin to the Cayman Islands It's yacht life at its best, some flip-flops and my Nautica sweats Got your bitch on her knees swabbin' the deck Oyster Perpets, flood the yacht with baguettes Submariner, what a sea-dweller, this is not a Patek Pack got sent from overseas with a postcard Drownin' in sin, life's a beach, need a coast guard Great Lakes to the coast, activate the alarm Now we dockin' the boat, big rope with the anchor charms Sippin' straight Patrón, three-thousand miles away from home Middle of the ocean, had to cut the navigation on Nautica Competition compass on my windbreakers Settin' sail, takin' Dramamine, I get seasick Papa was a ladies' man, Popeye was a sailor man Jewelry clearly Canadian, diamonds water, aquarium Fish scale professional, we got that oil sheen yay On the river tryna water whip me up a stingray We got the same guns the Navy got, why panic? All these loose lips sinkin' ships like the Titanic On a deserted island, plug tried to leave me stranded I can't understand his Inglés, he can't understand my Spanish Big fish in a small pond full of guppies Like The Bermuda Triangle, I can make you vanish Burnin' exotic coral reefer with all my blooders The chain a treasure chest, but my piece hit like watercolors They don't want us in a yacht