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lirik lagu money puddles – stove god cooks

[hook]

umbrellas out, it’s raining cats and dogs
and bricks
splashing through these money puddles
we rich (n*gga we rich)
splashing through these money puddles
umbrellas out, it’s raining cats and dogs
and bricks (it’s rainy cats and dogs)
splashing through these money puddles
we rich (ah)
splashing through these money puddles
umbrellas out, it’s raining cats and dogs
and bricks

[verse 1]

hunnid kilos, run up the c*notes (run up the c*notes)
my n*gga ducked the rico
pray for me though (pray for me though)
valentino, glass of pinot
ain’t no room up in this benz, it’s me and my ego
these n*ggas forgot the g*code
36 to 63 o’s
that’s the reload
rihanna twerking on my b*roll (woooo)
i told you it was my year
just еmpty out the safe, why you wanna die here? (why you wanna die here)
run off on the plug, run off with my ideas
have shooters in your house like you ordered em from ikea
them bullets shift your chakras boy, you need a oscar (yearh)
all that acting, all that capping, i’m the new sinatra (yearh)
got a driver drive my chopper, it got chauffeured up (it got chauffeured up)
the work just landed, we gon’ make it snow for months (we gon’ make it snow for months)
four hundred thousand in my mama crib, her sofa stuffed
both my exes is a ten, and they both a dub (hahahaha)
show no love, i don’t give a f*ck about it
bet you never seen a maybach with young n*ggas dumping out it (brrrrat)
ferragamo mask on
i used to want a million, but a m don’t even last long (that sh*t gone)
my aura glowing, all this jewelry, all this cash on
yellow indigo child, golden rich trap god
woah
b*tch, i’m black rob
somebody said i failed, sh*t, i guess i’m back on (i guess i’m back)
i deserve a rose, i rose up out the concrete
ferrari fear of god, i’m feeling like haile selassie
if i can do it you* nah, i ain’t gon’ say that (nah)
til it’s k*9s sniffing your rental car in the way back (nah)
that was way back, (yeah)
i was pat sajak (yeah)
had to wheel a fortune of it home and pray it came back (hahaha)

[hook]

[verse 2]

my brain haunted
my calls, with feds on it (yeah)
versace garden, with blood money in the laundry
the plug told me stories that you won’t believe
overate fine wagyu lobster mac and cheese
had to tell him type of n*gga that’ll run off with a ki
the kind of n*gga want a s but settle for a e
not me, n*gga please
i need the amg
bullets ricochet and hit the n*ggas that ain’t with the beef, in the least (wooo)
wrong place, wrong time (wrong place, wrong time)
long black car ride
potato on the barrel, baow!
large fries
three point one four, boy let’s really talk pie
they stole the culture, i fluff the coke up
i ain’t talking bus talk, motherf*ck rosa
keep the planets all in orbit, dirty porsche’s
half a million dollar mortgage, lemon swordfish
hanging out the window, eyes closed, he shooting on a xanny (brrrraat)
versace floral barocco print look like cotton candy (woo)
this that hard knock, this that little orphan annie
d*mn, danny, house full of nose candy
got it spinning in the pot, this that barry work
splashed it on my mixed plaid quilted burberry shirt

- stove god cooks

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