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)