"Nobody needs to write a bio for me. This… Read Full Bio ↴In the words of SAINt JHN:
"Nobody needs to write a bio for me. This is stupid. My name is SAINt JHN, that's my real name, it's spelled a little different tho. I'm from Brooklyn, I spent half of my childhood growing up in Georgetown, Guyana. I was dirt poor in Brooklyn and some version of rich in Guyana, because apparently 2 nickles can buy you a sports car in a 3rd world country. Who knew?! I'm from a SUPER Christian household where my mom forced us to go to every church imaginable, EVERY, SINGLE, WEEK! I hated it. I still won't go to church to this day. I'm a product of a father that was a hustler, preacher for a mother and a rapper for an older brother. Jay z and Beenie Man were my musical hero's growing up. I don't know how to describe the music I make, don't know what genre it belongs to and I don't exactly care. I make what I want to hear and paint the pictures that I want to see in the world. I got my start writing songs for other people, I got lucky I don't know how that happened but I did. I wrote some records for Usher, Kiesza, Gorgon City and a few other people. I was having success, but then I quit, cause who wants to live their dreams through someone else's eyes. So I put out my first project, Collection One. And here we are now, I hope you like whatever comes next cause I have no fvcking idea!"
SAINt JHN has since released his third studio album "While The World Was Burning".
All I Want is a Yacht
SAINt JHN Lyrics
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I want them bad bitches to myself, 'cause I'm selfish
Lit nigga, girl I know you felt it
Young Ghetto Lenny tried to tell you, "I'm for real bitch"
Ain't no effects, we come for the checks
We stirrin' the racks, we trappin' the 'jects
We sleepin' in jets, we really the best (brr, brr, brr)
The niggas done test, and the bitches done text
We came from the bottom, we never forget (hey, hey, hey)
Death to a coward, I never allow it
Them niggas is jealous, them niggas is sour
They watchin' the glow up
They wantin' the power, I'll aim at your head
I'll send you the flowers, I stand on the couch
I piss on the towels, sleep in the pools
Or fuck in showers, for all of the days they didn't allow us
(Hey, hey, hey, brr)
Ain't no effects, we come for the checks
We stirrin the racks, we sleepin' in 'jects
We jump on the jets, my niggas is next
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Fuck all the press, my niggas is next
Foot on they neck, pay no respect
My nigga we blessed (hey-ay-ay-ay-ay)
You ride for the best, I'm here in the flesh
Key to success, you lookin' depressed
You did it to death, you shoot at the head
I shoot at the chest, yeah
Drivin' a Ghost, my dad was a ghost
The bitch on the side, she don't got on clothes
The moment is close, just watch the approach
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Momma I'm dope, my niggas is dope
They mention my name, I give 'em a quote
She gave you her heart, she gave me her throat
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I got it made, my niggas is made
I'm gettin my money, my nigga I'm paid
The pussy is good, my credit is great
All I want is a yacht, and some top
In a coupe, by the spot
And a bad bitch to cook, nigga look
Fuck a book, I never read, everything I got, I took
She on a tape, I'm on a lake, he gon' grill it, niggas goin' ape
For Heaven's sake, he scrape the plate
I lift him up, but hit him up he levi-
I can't be nobody else's
I want them bad bitches to myself, 'cause I'm selfish
Lit nigga, girl I know you felt it
Young Ghetto Lenny tried to tell you, "I'm for real bitch"
You ride for the best, I'm here in the flesh
Key to success, you lookin' depressed
You did it to death, you shoot at the head
I shoot at the chest, yeah
Drivin' a Ghost, my dad was a ghost
The bitch on the side, she don't got on clothes
The moment is close, just watch the approach
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Momma I'm dope, my niggas is dope
The switch up is dope, the pickup is dope
They feelin' the waitin' on the G.O.A.T
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I got it made, my niggas is made
I'm gettin my money, my nigga I'm paid
The pussy is good, my credit is great
All I want is yacht
The song "All I Want is a Yacht" by SAINt JHN is a reflection of his luxurious lifestyle and his desire to have everything he wants. The lyrics convey his selfish nature and his craving for money, power, and women. He wants bad bitches for himself and doesn't want to share them with anyone else.
The song also portrays SAINt JHN's self-confidence and pride in his success. He talks about how he and his crew have come from the bottom and have made it to the top through hard work and dedication. They are now living the life they've always dreamed of, sleeping in jets and wearing baguettes.
Despite his wealth and success, SAINt JHN is still grounded and remembers where he came from. He has no respect for cowards and is not afraid to aim at their head or send them flowers. He also mentions his father who was a ghost and the ghost-like lifestyle he leads with the girl on the side who doesn't wear clothes.
Overall, "All I Want is a Yacht" is a testament to SAINt JHN's luxurious lifestyle and success, but also his relentless pursuit of what he wants and his pride in his accomplishments.
Line by Line Meaning
I can't be nobody else's
I am not interested in being with anyone else but myself
I want them bad bitches to myself, 'cause I'm selfish
I only want to be with attractive women, and I do not want to share them with anyone else because I am selfish
Lit nigga, girl I know you felt it
I am a fun and exciting person, and I know you have been drawn to my energy
Young Ghetto Lenny tried to tell you, "I'm for real bitch"
My stage name is Young Ghetto Lenny, and I am trying to convince you that I am genuine in my desires and actions
Ain't no effects, we come for the checks
We are not relying on any tricks or gimmicks, we are here to make money
We stirrin' the racks, we trappin' the 'jects
We are stirring up a lot of money and success, and we are getting it from the projects
We sleepin' in jets, we really the best (brr, brr, brr)
We are so successful that we sleep on private jets; we truly are the best
We pull and flex, we speakin' baguettes
We are showing off our wealth and power, and we are wearing expensive jewelry
The niggas done test, and the bitches done text
People have tried to challenge us and women have tried to communicate with us through text messages
We came from the bottom, we never forget (hey, hey, hey)
We started from poverty, and we will never forget where we came from
Death to a coward, I never allow it
I will not tolerate anyone acting cowardly or weak around me
Them niggas is jealous, them niggas is sour
There are people who are envious of our success and it is making them bitter
They watchin' the glow up
They are observing our journey to success and seeing how we are flourishing
They wantin' the power, I'll aim at your head
They want the power that we have, but I am willing to take action to defend my position
I'll send you the flowers, I stand on the couch
If you try to undermine me, I will send you flowers as a threat and stand on a couch to assert my dominance
I piss on the towels, sleep in the pools
I am so rich and powerful that I can literally urinate on towels and sleep in swimming pools
Or fuck in showers, for all of the days they didn't allow us
We can have sex in luxurious places like showers, as a way to celebrate our success despite facing obstacles and oppression in the past
Fuck all the press, my niggas is next
I do not care about the media, my friends and collaborators are my priority
Foot on they neck, pay no respect
I am stepping on other people's figurative necks to advance myself, without showing them any respect
My nigga we blessed (hey-ay-ay-ay-ay)
My friends and I are fortunate and favored, and we celebrate this with a melodic chant
You ride for the best, I'm here in the flesh
You support the best, and I am physically present to show that I am the best
Key to success, you lookin' depressed
The key to success is not worrying or appearing sad like you do
You did it to death, you shoot at the head
You tried to achieve success by being aggressive and direct, but I will still aim to take you down
I shoot at the chest, yeah
When I aim to take someone down, I aim for the chest instead of the head
Drivin' a Ghost, my dad was a ghost
I am driving a Rolls Royce Ghost luxury car, and my father is dead
The bitch on the side, she don't got on clothes
I am with a woman who is not wearing clothes, who is not my main partner
The moment is close, just watch the approach
A big moment in my life or career is approaching, and it should be watched closely
Momma I'm dope, my niggas is dope
I am very talented and so are my friends
The switch up is dope, the pickup is dope
The changes and transitions we are making in our lives and careers are all excellent
They feelin' the waitin' on the G.O.A.T
People are anticipating and excited for the greatest of all time (G.O.A.T), which some believe is me
I got it made, my niggas is made
I am living a luxurious and successful life, and so are my friends
I'm gettin my money, my nigga I'm paid
I am making a lot of money and getting paid very well for my work
The pussy is good, my credit is great
I am having good sex, and my credit score is very high
All I want is a yacht, and some top
All I desire is a luxury yacht and a sexual encounter
In a coupe, by the spot
I want to be driving in a coupe car, near a desirable location
And a bad bitch to cook, nigga look
I also want an attractive woman to cook for me, and I want others to take notice of this
Fuck a book, I never read, everything I got, I took
I do not read books, I have gained all my knowledge and success through my own actions and choices
She on a tape, I'm on a lake, he gon' grill it, niggas goin' ape
A woman I am interested in is on a music track, I am on a lake, and someone else is cooking meat; everyone is enjoying themselves
For Heaven's sake, he scrape the plate
Someone is eating all the food on their plate, for the sake of not wasting it
I lift him up, but hit him up he levi-
I may help someone up in one moment, but I will still confront or harm them later on
We jump on the jets, my niggas is next
We quickly get on our private jets and move on to the next thing in our lives
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Carlos St. John Phillips, Lee Stashenko
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Piskellozara
This man can't make a bad song..
SAINT JHN🐐🔥✝️
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@BL-ic4xs
She gave you her heart , she gave me her throat
Coldest bar ever lol
@primordialsky7216
Energy on this track is insane.
@mookiekashif
Too bad the track isn't lol
@themimster88
I start m y runs with this song
@alexiawing4498
It’s a god sing
@donavanjadoo4864
Big facts
@riazhussain4039
the start of this tune needs to be its own track