Pudo lyrics

[Intro: Stove God Cooks]
The money don't mean sh*t
Don't mean sh*t
Don't mean sh*t to me

[Hook: Stove God Cooks]
The money don't mean sh*t 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, f*cked 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 n*gga
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 n*ggas, I went Speedy Claxton
If these kitchen walls could talk, I wouldn't let em'
[Hook: Stove God Cooks]
The money don't mean sh*t 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t 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