C.O.D

I see money I chase it No time shall be wasted Wise up cuz I taste it They know how it's gon' play out But your money gon' stay down It's my lane it's my playground They hate hearing my name now Oh I gotta go I don't got time to be out of my bag aye Cuz I need the cash on demand This money is part of my plan I'm paying no mind to what you do I know they be on me like voodoo And all of these checks that I'm cashing I'm making the grind look like fashion I need a coup Cuz I'ma be dripping in all this sauce stunting on you I need a jet for the staff and a jet for the people I choose All of this cash flow You wish I would spend it on you Need a rink full of ice that's cold So much shit it's hard to choose Could you Private island on the low Spending all out of control If I want it I'ma pay Its true I need a stack I need a bag Tell 'em just put it on my tab I need the dough Money to blow They gon' be blowing up my phone I hit the road Do it alone You know I'm always on my grind I need a rollie dipped in ice I need a milli in one night I need a yacht Go to LA I want a condo in the bay I need a spot Out on the beach I want that money you can't reach Go to the mall I buy it all I gotta stay up on my shit I put the money on my chain I want the money make it rain Gotta keep up with the bag don't slip up YOLO so my time's worth the gold I'ma buy bag it up for the pick up Need a big ol' house with a pool in The back when my feet gotta kick up That drip so clean gotta get that green Got no time for mistakes or the hiccups I need chrome on the rims, Got 2 phones and they're twins, haters mad violins cuz its my life So sour lemonade when they see that I made it, Buss shots but you know they don't aim right I'm nice but I ain't gon' play round And they know but they never gon' say how But all of these niggas get blue in the Face when they find out I'm here for the payout Stack it up Stack high If I want it I'm gon' buy I knew it all my life I'll grind it out till I die This new money I'm blessed So lit what you expect Guess they don't understand Till money hits the fan yeah Everyday Focus hard On the same thing Staying down Show love on my way up These haters gon' stay round Whole lot of that money I'll thank God I made it My whole life I prayed it It's my season I claim it I need a stack I need a bag Tell 'em just put it on my tab I need the dough Money to blow They gon' be blowing up my phone I hit the road Do it alone You know I'm always on my grind I need a rollie dipped in ice I need a milli in one night I need a yacht Go to LA I want a condo in the bay I need a spot Out on the beach I want that money you can't reach Go to the mall I buy it all I gotta stay up on my shit I put the money on my chain I want the money make it rain (Yeah)