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Money Rod
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rod Williams
Songwriter
Songtexte
I wake up in the morning on my mind,
It be the money ya. And we goin' hard,
Work all night and til it's sunny.
And I keep a big rod nigga won't take
Nothing from me, big drip on my wrist.
Yeah. I'm Rod with the money.
We ain't worried about ya bag little nigga,
We broke the bank now. Yeah they love you
When you fucked up, but hate you when ya
Caked out. Used to ridin' in the hoopties,
Now we race now. And I feel like Ace from
Pay da 4 who watch the break down.
Go M.I.A.take a trip, private plane style,
And the money callin'. I can't hear what you sayin'
Now. niggas talkin'practice, don't got time to play around.
Money in the mattress, ain't no time for layin'round.
Understand me, had to make some sacrifices to take
Care of da family. Nigga this plane cost 200, eatin' l
Obster scampi, then we hop right on the yacht, and
Ya know she unwrapped me like a piece of candy,
Ballin' like an athlete,running shit like track meets
You said you bring it on hard but I got God to back
Me out the pocket Armstrong like I'm Peyton Manning
My third leg so long she call daddy got lady reputed
Makes the play the best little I'm the hardest in the truest
You watch the whole what you doing blue benjamins my influence.
Ain't no time for games cause Money Rod be gettin' to it.
I wake up in the morning on my mind,
It be the money ya. And we goin' hard, work all night
And til it's sunny. And I keep a big rod nigga won't
Take nothing from me, big drip on my wrist.
Yeah. I'm Rod with da money.
We ain't worried about ya bag little nigga,
We broke the bank now. Yeah they love you when
You fucked up, but hate you when ya caked out.
Used to ridin' in the hoopties, now we race now.
And I feel like Ace from pay da 4 who watch the break down.
Remember stackin' pennies nickels
Quarters in the car penthouse suite fuck kick
Her out like Martin. D.O.A. that pussy had to
Put in a coffin. She keep blowing my line
Up,she turned into a stalker. When ya speakin'
Of the best, I ain't talking Shawn Carter.
I'm the king. I'm Rodney you can stand behind
And I keep the sticks in the car ya da mazzi
All praise to Allah.
Please don't make me catch a body.
If you ain't talkin money, then there's
No discussion. If you ain't talkin bout a check,
Then you ain't talkin' bout nothin. Rhinestones
Round my neck, you bluffin.
Full of money like it's church Sunday jump up
On dat E way. Thru the dash luggage in the back.
I keep it cool, calm, relaxed. I think she sweet,
I keep it mad. Only thing washed up, blue benji's
Out the bag, take it to the laundromat.
Nigga got a lotta cash. Nigga grab for the check
Can't stop me, make this shit and real like the like
Monopoly I'm going lay down and wax Mr. Miyagi
Two twins beside me, yeah they tryin' to minaj me.
Super fly like the Red Bull, but I ain't got wings.
And we finna take it over. Just step right up in
Phipps, ion care what the cost is.
I wake up in the morning on my mind,
It be the money ya. And we goin' hard, work
All night and til it's sunny. And I keep a big rod
Nigga won't take nothing from me, big drip on
My wrist. Yeah. I'm Rod with the money.
We ain't worried about ya bag little nigga,
We broke the bank now.
Yeah they love you when you fucked up,
But hate you when ya caked out.
Used to ridin' inthehoopties, nowweracenow.
And I feel likeAcefrompayda4whowatchthebreak down.
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Khaled Khaled, Christopher Bridges, L Lewis
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