Letra de 'C.O.D' de Haley Smalls

I see money I chase it
No time shall be wasted
Wise up 'cause I taste it
They know how it’s gon' play out
But your money gon' stay down
It’s my lane, its my playground
They hate hearing my name now

Oh I gotta go
I don’t got time to be out of my bag, aye
'Cause 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
'Cause 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 its cold
So much shit its 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’ll 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 times 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 rims, got 2 phones and they’re twins, haters mad violins 'cause 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 gone 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
Stayin' down
Show love on my way up
This niggas gon' stay around
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’ll put the money on my chain
I want the money make it rain