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Upcoming Concerts for Stove God Cooks & Roc Marciano

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stove God Cooks
Stove God Cooks
Performer
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Performer
Aaron Scott
Aaron Scott
Rap
Rahkeim Meyer
Rahkeim Meyer
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Scott
Aaron Scott
Songwriter
Rahkeim Meyer
Rahkeim Meyer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Producer

Lyrics

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 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 Hudred 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 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 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 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) 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 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 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 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 (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, motherfuck 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 Damn, 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
Writer(s): Aaron M Scott, Rahkeim C Meyer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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