Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C.O.D , by - Haley Smalls. Song from the album Summer Nights, in the genre СоулRelease date: 16.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Haley Smalls
Song language: English
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 |