Money Rod - Money

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 the family
Nigga this plane cost two-hundred, eatin' lobster 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 Benjamin's 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 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

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, yeah, 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
Through 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 ménage 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, I'on't 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' in the hoopties, now we race now
And I feel like ace from pay da 4 who watch the break down

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Money Rod

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