C.O.D歌词

i see money, i chase it
no time shall be wasted
wise up, 'cause i taste it
they know how it's gone' play out
but your money got' stay down
it's my lane, it's my playground
they hate hearin' my name now
oh, i gotta go
i don't got time to be out on my bag, ay
'cause i needed cash on demand
this money is part of my plan
i'm playin', no matter what you do
i know they be on me like voodoo
and all of these checks that i'm cashin'
i'm making' that grind look like fashion
i need a coupe
'cause i'ma be drippin' in all of 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
it's true
i need a stack, i need a bag
tell'ed, "just put it on my tab"
i need the dough, money to blow
they going 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 pickup
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 two phones and they're twins
haters mad, violins, 'cause it's my life
so sour lemonade when they see that i made it
bust shots, but you know they don't aim right
i'm nice, but i aint 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
every day , focus hard
on the same thing, staying' down
show'em love on my way out
these haters gon' stay round
whole lot of that money
i 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 going 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