[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 n***a
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***as, 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 n***as 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***as 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