Letra de ' Money Puddles ' de Stove God Cooks

Umbrellas out, it’s raining cats and dogs, and bricks
Splashing through these money puddles, we rich (Nigga, we rich)
Splashing through these money puddles
Umbrellas out, it’s raining cats and dogs, and bricks
(It’s raining 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

Hunnid kilos, run up the c-notes (Run up the c-notes)
My nigga 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 niggas forgot the G-code (Huh)
36 to 63 O’s, that’s the reload
Rihanna twerking on my B-roll (Woo)
I told you it was my year
Just empty 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 chakra, boy, you need a Oscar (Yeah)
All that acting, all that capping, I’m the new Sinatra (Yeah)
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 fuck about it
Bet you never seen a Maybach with young niggas dumping out it (Brrrrat)
Ferragamo mask on
I used to want a million, but a M don’t even last long (That shit gone)
My aura glowing, all this jewelry, all this cash on
Yellow indigo child, golden rich trap god, woah
Bitch, I’m black Rob
Somebody said I failed, shit, 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 K9's sniffing your rental car on 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)

Umbrellas out, it’s raining cats and dogs, and bricks
Splashing through these money puddles, we rich (Nigga, we rich)
Splashing through these money puddles
Umbrellas out, it’s raining cats and dogs, and bricks
(It’s raining 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

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
Over A5 Wagyu lobster mac and cheese
Had to tell him type of nigga that’ll run off with a ki
The kind of nigga want a S, but settle for a E
Not me, nigga please, I need the AMG
Bullets ricochet and hit the niggas that ain’t with the beef, in the least (Woo)
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, motherfuck Rosa
Keep the planets all in orbit, dirty Porsches
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
Damn, Danny, house full of nose candy
Got it spinning in the pot, that's that Barry work
Splashed it on my mixed plaid quilted Burberry shirt (Up three)