The Recipe

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Swimming in the money, now I've turned into a sailor
 Y'all don't know the recipe, I'm so saucy
 I be saucin' on these bitches, I'm so smooth
 Oh, I got so much rythm
 I'm so saucy
 Y'all don't know the recipe I'm so saucy
 They still tryna figure out, i put 'em in a coffin
 They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
 Swimming in the money, now I've turned into a sailor
 Y'all don't know the recipe I'm so saucy
 They still tryna feel it, i put 'em in a coffin
 They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
 Swimming in the money, now I've turned into a sailor
 My tongue be so powerful I'm killing y'all with words
 But my gun be still on, I'm whilin', laying down a verse
 Don't know if I love the mansion, no, I'd rather be on the curb
 Everybody keep bitin' me, gettin' on my nerves
 They love my flavor, it's delicioso
 I hope you love me even though you barely see me no mo'
 I don't need need you beggin' me and eatin' my dough
 So if you text me I'll reply and probably leave at my show
 I don't drink no lean and sippin' codeine no mo'
 Night and day I'll just be mixing coffee with the cocoa
 Aye, you can't drop my style, got a whole 'nother flow (What)
 Swimming in the money, I just row, row, your boat
 Y'all don't know the recipe I'm so saucy
 They still tryna figure out, i put 'em in a coffin
 They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
 Swimming in the money, now I've turned into a sailor
 Y'all don't know the recipe I'm so saucy
 They still tryna figure out, i put 'em in a coffin
 They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
 Swimming in the money, now I've turned into a sailor
 You're swimming in the money, I'm a fisher net
 Everybody tryna run off with my gingerette
 Niggas say we cousins, I dont 'lieve you, no, no
 Yeah, I tried out your sauce, but you got too much sodium
 Got too much sauce, no Gulag
 In Prudhoe smokin' moonrock
 Red bean on your nose like Rudolph
 Aye, you should come try my food out
 I don't make no love, when I be fucking I don't even take my shoes off
 And with that tool I'ma fool, I knock a niggas screws out
 She wanna have my baby, your lady love my drill
 Even my diamonds drippin' (Wet)
 Baby girl, don't slip
 Appreciate the fan love and all of the support
 They always keep me, so next time I just ain't going to court
 Y'all don't know the recipe I'm so saucy
 They still tryna figure out, i put 'em in a coffin
 They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
 Swimming in the money, now I've turned into a sailor
 Y'all don't know the recipe I'm so saucy
 They still tryna figure out, i put 'em in a coffin
 They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor
 Swimming in the money, now I've turned into a sailor
 

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Duration
03:19
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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