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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dieuson Octave
Dieuson Octave
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrera
Edgar Ferrera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Dyryk
Dyryk
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lu Diaz
Lu Diaz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Edgar Ferrera, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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