Money (feat. BIG NEM)

Brr Azzy (Azzy) Big Nem Give me that money, I need that paper Give me that cash (Give me that) I want pedicures while I laugh and listen to jazz Gotta run and get that money, run and get that money Go on, run and get that money, run and get that money Give me that money, I need that paper Give me that cash (Give me that) Stop eating shit and start to eat out in class Gotta run and get that money, run and get that money Go on, run and get that money, run and get that money Yeah, I'm makin' nasty money, shnazzy Money This ain't classy money Pockets looking funny when you makin' Azzy money YouTube money in my account, shit is getting hard to count Turn that frown right upside down I got that money, money, money I ain't never had no money though, no I ain't have the money to show Immigrant lifestyle, we've been through the lows Dropped outta' school Lil' boy, next thing you know Parents yelled "Be a doctor," I said "No," We went from rags to riches from my goals Still ride my bike tho, no 'rraris or Lambos Can buy a fleet of them, though Just like some of you lame bros Yeah, we ain't had a pot to piss in Listen, up in school, the kids were dissin' Immigrant stressin', been professin' Lost our lives, been waiting for a blessing Some of y'all youths ain't ready for the message Rent too high, gotta relocate Life get cold when degrees don't pay Not rich yet, but I'm on my way 'Cause a racket If you got bands then go stack 'em If you got hands go on and clap em' Roads are hard to Google Maps son Grinding shit, grinding shit I've been in the shit Go and take a shower, bitch Febreeze, just sneezed, we rich (Azzy) Give me that money, I need that paper Give me that cash (Give me that) I want pedicures while I laugh and listen to jazz Gotta run and get that money, run and get that money Go on, run and get that money, run and get that money Give me that money, I need that paper Give me that cash (Give me that) Stop eating shit and start to eat out in class Gotta run and get that money, run and get that money Go on, run and get that money, run and get that money Gimme that fetti, that fetti, that money, that money I'll jump in front of your screens and act like a monkey (Damn right) I need that gouda, that flow-flow, that money, that cheddar I need to buy coconut oil so I can look better Need a drop top new Tesla Kris Jenner milf, investors There's snakes in the grass, man, y'all fake polyester Bruh, I seen you on the corner hatin' and bragin' And I make a little dough-dough, now you bandwagon Why you lookin' all upset? Just a year ago you were talkin' shit You were like "Hey Azzy, why don't you and film your little videos bitch?" Hit me on a weekend flex (Ask to catch up on Wednesday at six) Money and fame and a lot of fake friends (Money and fame and a lot of fake friends) You could have your best day Bitch I still look better in my Peach outfit Leave them moaning with masquonage I say romaine money, growin' It ain't about the bands though It's all about my fans though Catch me in Amsterdam, yo And take a trip to Azzyland, oh whoa! Give me that money, I need that paper Give me that cash (Give me that) I want pedicures while I laugh and listen to jazz Gotta run and get that money, run and get that money Go on, run and get that money, run and get that money Give me that money, I need that paper Give me that cash (Give me that) Stop eating shit, and start to eat out in class Gotta run and get that money, run and get that money Go on, run and get that money, run and get that money Peace out