Young Sam - The Recipe lyrics

rate me

If money talk, I'm talking loud...

You broke fools aint got shit to say

My eyes frozen, and my bitch bad

I'm smoking trees everyday

Got the gun in my hand like James Bond

Won't beef my ame. is A1

If I know you, I ain't talking it nigga

I only fuck with my day one...

So much ice I might my skate

Can't sing to a girl like Trey Songz

Bitch, better have my money

Anything short then she can get past on

It's Gucci now from downtown, knock off I can't do those

Pull up in that Aston Martin

Hop up with about two hoes.

My money long, your money short

Your Chevy, not a super sport

You Stuntin in that V6, that v12 come cho you up

If you can have my girl,then I dont want her back

You got money, we got bigger stacks

(That's right!)

You talk hundreds, we talk racks

For a few hundreds you're wig clat

Got the recipe and I'm selling it for a hundred racks

So when I sell it, I want it back

Cause niggers' whack (roger that)

I got the recipe to this rap shit

And I'm selling it here for a hundred racks

Soon I sell it I want it back cause niggers' whack

(roger that)

You got a gun, I got a bigger gat

You talk money, I get that

My killers come push your wig back

Just two words...

Strap like im rambo but can call me urklo

Your girl gave me good brain,

that weed we smoke, it's purple!

naked bitches on ichat

..I fuck her ones, don't call her back

They talking money, don't chat

Yous niggers' whack (roger that)

Louis belt cost 600, Louis shoes 760

I don't know that girl name

She sucked me up and left quickly.

I got the recipe to this rap shit

And I'm selling it for a hundred racks

Soon I sell it I want it back cause niggers' whack

(roger that) (x2)

Thanks to Jkilla for correcting these lyrics