Stove God Cooks - Vogue Cover lyrics

[Intro: Stove God Cooks] I let the work dry on the Vogue cover Made it snow for seven whole summers Feds tappin', I don't want no numbers Don't ask the price, b*tch, you know the numbers Out the pot, settled on the Vogue cover It's gon' blizzard for the whole summer Feds tappin', I don't want no numbers Birds go fast, b*tch [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, kick down your door in my [?] (Ah) Left wrist, right wrist dancin' (Ah) Hermès helicopter, landed in the Hamptons (Ah) Gauge down the leg, I was walkin' like I'm crampin' (Ah) Walked in the bank, the bank b*tch called me handsomе (Ah) Make it hand-to-hand, sportin' one of one Vansеs (Woo) Ayo, ayo (Ayo, ayo, FLYGOD) Ayo, tripped over roses, why these ni**as on my shoulders? Shoppin' sprees, Jumped out a Lotus, sprouted out come up in coma (Skrrt) Hear some shots at any moment, four pound, I had to go to court (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Show my paperwork, then they welcome me with open arms My triple beam and my SB's got a bird on it (Ah) Lisa came back with a stem and a fifty Said she left earth on it, let her twerk on it (Woo) She started singin' like Eddie Levert on it [Interlude: Eddie Laverte & Westside Gunn] Baby, hold on to me (Brr) See I'm a special kind (Brr) A man that is hard to find Told you a thousand times (Brr) Baby, hold on to me (Brr) Oh, baby, hold- [Verse 2: Stove God Cooks] Plug had me sittin' at his crib for seven hours (He did) He mowed the lawn, washed all his cars, and watered the flowers (sh*t was crazy) Back of my mind, I'm like, "ni**a, go get the powder" (Go get it) It pays to hit the last free-throw shots when you down one (Woo) And he just want see how much I really want it (Yeah) And if a little time'll make a ni**a give up on him (It won't) fu*k it, I'll sit here and wait 'Cause we gon' stuff so many in the door, panel won't screw on straight (Keep goin') Twenty-eight, twenty-eight, thirty-six twenty-eights We do numbers through the Cartiers Everyday for a month, had his block sprayed up (Brr, brr, bah, bah, bah, brr, brr, bah, bah) She said, "Your jewelry cost what?", I said, "A Mustang truck, b*tch" (A Mustang truck, b*tch, b*tch) This ain't luck, b*tch, this brick's weighed up, b*tch (b*tch) Them ni**as ain't us b*tch (b*tch, no)