[Intro]
I got the recipe, I got the recipe
I got the recipe
[Pre-Hook]
When it come to the cash ain't no limit
No limit, no limit like Master P
I'm painting pictures so vivid
So vivid, so vivid like Master P
I put the gun in your hand
And I swear on my life ain't no killing me
Put that on my life, ain't no hoe in me
[Hook]
I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe
I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe
I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe
I swear on my life ain't no hoe in me
I got the recipe
[Verse 1]
Stick all the kush in my Swisher Sweet
I'm high as a ceiling be
I swear my neck cost a quarter key
That's why your main b*tch be feeling me
Mo' b*tches than Breezy, swagging like Yeezy
Balmain my jeans [?]
b*tch you not too bad
You is not Billie Jean
I know she not feeling you, cause she is feeling me
I whipped a four and she taught me like [?]
All of my b*tches [?] man, they imitate Hillary
I'm geeking like Carlton, slow like a centepede
I'm slow like slow-motion be, I'm slow like slow-motion be
These diamonds be looking like water, like water, like water
Just call 'em the ocean piece
They look so good on my fur baby
I'm rocking black like a cocoa bean
I've been finessing and jugging in Tallahassee, all the way back to Tennesee
She suck the soul out a n*gga B, I think it's the Hennessy
[Pre-Hook]
When it come to the cash ain't no limit
No limit, no limit like Master P
I'm painting pictures so vivid
So vivid, so vivid like Master P
I put the gun in your hand
And I swear on my life ain't no killing me
Put that on my life, ain't no hoe in me
[Hook]
I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe
I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe
I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe
I swear on my life ain't no hoe in me
I got the recipe
[Verse 2]
These n*ggas f*ck [?]
I got the remedy
You trynna sound just like Co'
You just a mini me
I got foot in the industry, one foot in the industry
You sill watching from the bench
Young n*gga winning like Charlie Sheen
Balling like Jordan, like Jordan, like Jordan
Young n*gga got 45 on this b*tch
Your b*tch tried to throw that pus*y, I run with that pus*y
You might not could get it back
I eat on that pus*y like Beni [?]
I got a circle, she run it man
I got the recipe, she addicted like Asian girls
All that sh*t that you trynna do, you know I invented that
That's not your vehicle, you that you rented that
I am the future, the future, the future
These other n*ggas in the past
You was trynna chase a b*tch, I was trynna chase the cash
[Pre-Hook]
When it come to the cash ain't no limit
No limit, no limit like Master P
I'm painting pictures so vivid
So vivid, so vivid like Master P
I put the gun in your hand
And I swear on my life ain't no killing me
Put that on my life, ain't no hoe in me
[Hook]
I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe
I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe
I got the recipe, I got the recipe, I got the recipe
I swear on my life ain't no hoe in me
I got the recipe