Lord D’Andre
Recipe
[Intro *Sample*]
"You left me for somebody else, now"

[Hook]
I know you smelling me
Shawty so bad like a felony
Booty so big like an elephant
I just want green, I want celery
I'm on my shit like I better be
I got the recipe
N***as irrelevant
My head on this cash like a president, Ooh

I got the recipe, yeah
Broke n***as can't even stand next to me, yeah
Ice on me just like a hokey team
Thumbing through paper like magazine
Bankroll gone' stretch, No limousine
Oooh yeah
I got the recipe
Oooh yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Eat up the sauce, Drip
Bad bitches all in the VIP
Shawty say she wanna lick
Bite down like a pit
My money new like a Jit
Hundreds be blue like a crip
Walking with a fucking limp, ooh
Drink got me on tilt, ooh
Cooler wrist on chill
Big face, Uncle Phil
You don't even know the feeling
They look up to me like the ceiling
She's sucking me, Giving me knowledge
That brain feels like she went to college
I'm finished, but No I ain't stopping
I beat up that cat just like Rocky
I'm hot like a motherfucking pocket
This guap in my motherfucking pocket
We flip it, but we're never flopping
Oh no, we ain't ever flopping
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
High Life. This the High Life
Wrist froze, and my drink's on ice
Alright, I can do this all night
All white, Fly like G-5
Run up a check & I get it fast
Loose some money, Imma get it back
Baby bottle, but no Similac
But we ain't even gonna speak on that
Nike-Air, lets take it to the max
Business man, but I ain't wearing slacks
Skinny Jeans, but my pockets fat
Ain't shit sweet, but the Act
(Echo: Ain't shit sweet but the Act [x2])
Yeah...

[Hook]