CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Wait (The Recipe)
Wait, she want to me with me?
Wait, you got some beef with me?
Wait, you reek of jealousy
Wait, I got the recipe
Wait, that is the chef in me
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
(x2)
Damn, you wired up like a snitch
Damn, borrowed this flow from Uzi
Damn, I treat the game like b*t*h
Damn, I might just buy it a leash
Damn, I'm getting money capiche
Damn, I'm cooking chickens: no grease
Damn, Fiji the water: its clean
Damn, stunting but its just a lease
Damn, all of these damns like I'm Kendrick
I pull them strings like I'm Hendrix
Drop in the Lexus, why you in my Twitter mentions
I got the white like I'm fencing
I got the ratchet (ooh), it just might clank
Then I hop into the nexus
I'm in my bag, she told me I'm breaking bad
So I cook like a professor
Cause I'm...
Wait, she want to me with me?
Wait, you got some beef with me?
Wait, you reek of jealousy
Wait, I got the recipe
Wait, that is the chef in me
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
(x2)
Wait, I might get it off the boat
I might get it off the coast
I do the most
You getting mad cause I'm chosen
G-rated wrist, yeah it's Frozen
I do the dash on opponents
Old beef just ain't worth it
All gold in my bible, that's that King Trinidad James version
Car *skrrrr*, I'm stay swerving
Turning work into pesos
And they bloodthirsty pulling triggers, that's Dracula with a Draco
And I'm giving rappers halos
Chief Keef with the Xbox
Seven Figures off crack cocaine, my n***a that's a Milly Rock
Cause panic when I'm in the spot
Get to the money, the bottom line
Atlantis all up in the pot
I'm way too ugly to pay a fine
Chance told me signing is ill-advised
You put your soul on the dotted line
Now you a slave for the dollar signs
Three-Fifths a paycheck you compromised
Serve like disciples unto the Lord
You basic but think you're Beyoncé
Dropout that work in the college dorm
Yeah we still pushing that Kanye
The Fetti be coming in my way
Catch up, I'm running the Tri-Stare
Fedora like Perry and I swang
I'm litty my n***a, so why...
Wait, she want to me with me?
Wait, you got some beef with me?
Wait, you reek of jealousy
Wait, I got the recipe
Wait, that is the chef in me
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
(x2)
Wait, she want to me with me?
Wait, you got some beef with me?
Wait, you reek of jealousy
Wait, I got the recipe
Wait, that is the chef in me
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Wait, you got some beef with me?
Wait, you reek of jealousy
Wait, I got the recipe
Wait, that is the chef in me
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
(x2)
Damn, you wired up like a snitch
Damn, borrowed this flow from Uzi
Damn, I treat the game like b*t*h
Damn, I might just buy it a leash
Damn, I'm getting money capiche
Damn, I'm cooking chickens: no grease
Damn, Fiji the water: its clean
Damn, stunting but its just a lease
Damn, all of these damns like I'm Kendrick
I pull them strings like I'm Hendrix
Drop in the Lexus, why you in my Twitter mentions
I got the white like I'm fencing
I got the ratchet (ooh), it just might clank
Then I hop into the nexus
I'm in my bag, she told me I'm breaking bad
So I cook like a professor
Cause I'm...
Wait, she want to me with me?
Wait, you got some beef with me?
Wait, you reek of jealousy
Wait, I got the recipe
Wait, that is the chef in me
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
(x2)
Wait, I might get it off the boat
I might get it off the coast
I do the most
You getting mad cause I'm chosen
G-rated wrist, yeah it's Frozen
I do the dash on opponents
Old beef just ain't worth it
All gold in my bible, that's that King Trinidad James version
Car *skrrrr*, I'm stay swerving
Turning work into pesos
And they bloodthirsty pulling triggers, that's Dracula with a Draco
And I'm giving rappers halos
Chief Keef with the Xbox
Seven Figures off crack cocaine, my n***a that's a Milly Rock
Cause panic when I'm in the spot
Get to the money, the bottom line
Atlantis all up in the pot
I'm way too ugly to pay a fine
Chance told me signing is ill-advised
You put your soul on the dotted line
Now you a slave for the dollar signs
Three-Fifths a paycheck you compromised
Serve like disciples unto the Lord
You basic but think you're Beyoncé
Dropout that work in the college dorm
Yeah we still pushing that Kanye
The Fetti be coming in my way
Catch up, I'm running the Tri-Stare
Fedora like Perry and I swang
I'm litty my n***a, so why...
Wait, she want to me with me?
Wait, you got some beef with me?
Wait, you reek of jealousy
Wait, I got the recipe
Wait, that is the chef in me
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
Whip it up, I got the recipe
(x2)
Wait, she want to me with me?
Wait, you got some beef with me?
Wait, you reek of jealousy
Wait, I got the recipe
Wait, that is the chef in me
Whip it up, I got the recipe
