The Recipe Lyrics - Kodak Black

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 

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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 

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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