Money (feat. BIG NEM)

Gimme that money

I need that paper, gimme that cash

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

Stop eatin' shit and start to eat outta glass

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, shazzy money

And 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 no money dawg, no

I ain't have no 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 though, no 'Raris or 'Lambos

Can buy a fleet of them though

Just like some of you lame bros

Yeah, we ain't a pot to piss in

Listen up, in school, the kids were dissin'

Immigrant stressin', been professin'

Alls our lives, been waitin' for a blessin'

Tell me how you take ready for the message

Rent too high, gotta relocate

I get goin' when the green don't pay

Not rich yet, but I'm on my way

How's it racket? If you got bands, then go stack 'em

If you got hands, go on, clap 'em

Roads are hard don't Google Maps 'em

Grindin' shit, grindin' shit

I'm been in the shit

Go and take a shower, bitch

From greasy seeds we rich

Gimme that money

I need that paper, gimme that cash

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

Stop eatin' shit and start to eat outta glass

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 better, that better, that money, the money

I'll jump in front of your screens and act like a monkey

I need to go and blow all the money, that cheddar

I need to buy coconut oil so I can look better

You the drop top, new Tesla

Kris Jenner, MILF investors

The snakes in the grass man, y'all fake, polyester

Bro, 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?"

Give me the weekend flex

(Azzy 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 picture, I pick leave that money with max pownage

I see 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 Azzy Land, whoa

Gimme that money

I need that paper, gimme that cash

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

Stop eatin' shit and start to eat out at last

Gotta run and get that money, run and get that money

Go on, run and get that money, run and get that money