C.O.D - Haley Smalls

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