Money (feat. BIG NEM)

Brr Azzy Big Nem Gimme that money, I need that paper, gimme that cash (Gimme 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 Gimme that money, I need that paper, gimme that cash (Gimme 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 I'm makin' nasty money, snazzy money, this ain't classy money Pockets lookin' 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 the money though, no I ain't have the money to show Immigrant lifestyle, we've been through the loans 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 though, no 'raris or Lambos Could 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 waitin' 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 Grindin' shit, grindin' shit I've been in the shit Go and take a shower, bitch Febreeze, just sneezed, we rich Gimme that money, I need that paper, gimme that cash (Gimme 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 Gimme that money, I need that paper, gimme that cash (Gimme 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 braggin' 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 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 roaming money growin' It ain't about the bands though It's all about my fans though Catch me in Amsterdam, yo (woo!) And take a trip to Azzyland, oh! Gimme that money, I need that paper, gimme that cash (Gimme 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 Gimme that money, I need that paper, gimme that cash (Gimme 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