Pudo

Lyrics

[Intro: Stove God Cooks] The money don't mean shit Don't mean shit Don't mean shit to me [Hook: Stove God Cooks] The money don't mean shit to me, baby Living legend if you knew me, baby Still tryna figure out who we, baby This whole life a trip I just might throw you a extra brick [Verse 1: Stove God Cooks] You know the talk (you know it) Been in the kitchen so long, fucked around and missed the whole season of Ozark (haha) Put your coat on, the Snow God home (we back) Balenciaga footprints be on all my dope I say a prayer before I do the stove dance 24 karat gold pans I let em' watch me I'm romantic Dressed like I'm fresh out a Vogue page with Naomi Campbell My young boy on a search for a key like the handle lock I'm a cocaine deity I mean ain't no D'ing in me I got the handle on lock (woo) I gave you what you had the cash for Had the nerve to ask me if it's gonna "come back" for em'? If I gotta break the corner like Nutso when he slapped the backboard Imma raise the price to something you can't afford nigga Two hundred thousand in the door of the Ford Me and Roc lookin' like Magic and Kareem on the floor I told you I would make it happen Then I balled out on them niggas, I went Speedy Claxton If these kitchen walls could talk, I wouldn't let em' [Hook: Stove God Cooks] The money don't mean shit to me, baby Living legend if you knew me, baby Still tryna figure out who we, baby This whole life a trip I just might throw you a extra brick [Verse 2: Stove God Cooks] We up at the top (we at the top) They don't ask you how you got inside the door, when the key is in the lock Inquiring about me man you niggas need to stop I knew about Gwinnett before the Migos dropped Rest in peace to Flav boy had them kilo blocks Cuz said "Imma show you how to make that cocaina lock" Ask niggas bout' me and brodie though That water whipping rodeo My daughter do the fox trench with the Cholé open toe My son in a Rick Owens coat It sound good when I talk it, but I beg you though Look at the consequence cus', one day you consequence that the tip top with yay next morning the feds knockin' But I forgive you, it get different when you locked in It's hard to see past that 50 like shootin' on David Robinson (woo) I'm just giving you honesty [Hook: Stove God Cooks] The money don't mean shit to me, baby Living legend if you knew me, baby Still tryna figure out who we, baby This whole life a trip I just might throw you a extra brick