Kodak Black

Kodak Black - The Recipe lyrics

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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

I got so much rhythm

(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 figure it 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



My tongue be so powerful I'm killing y'all with words

But my gun be still on while I'm laying down a verse

Don't know if I love the mansion, or I'd rather be on the curb

Everybody keep bitin' me, gettin' on my nerves

They lovin' my flavor, it's delicioso

I hope you love me even though you barely see me no mo'

I don't need you beggin' me and eatin' my dough

So if you text me I don't reply I'm probably leavin' my show

I don't even 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 it 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 fisherman

Everybody tryna run off with my gingebread

Niggas say we cousins, I don't even know them

Yeah, I tried out your sauce, but you got too much sodium

Got too much sauce, no Gulag

In Pluto smokin' moonrock

Red beam on your nose like Rudolph

Aye, you should come try my food out

I don't make no love, when I be f**king I don't even take my shoes off

And with that tool I'mma fool, I'll 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 it 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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