Titres les plus populaires de Kodak Black
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Kodak Black
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dieuson Octave
Paroles/Composition
Edgar Ferrera
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
SkipOnDaBeat
Production
Dyryk
Ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Lu Diaz
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
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
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