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Kodak Black

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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 fucking 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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DIEUSON OCTAVE, EDGAR FERRERA

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Project Baby 2: All Grown Up (Deluxe Edition)

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Atlantic Records

Release Date

November 24, 2017

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even with money just i've don't much want they coffin into your saucy recipe sailor know flavor y'all figure love tryna still swimming turned lovin' ingredients

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