Azzyland- Money feat. Big NEM sped up

This song belongs to Azzyland all credits go to her.




Lyrics:

Gimme that money
I need that paper, Gimme that cash
I want pedicures,
While I laugh and listen to jazz.
Gotta,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Go on,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Gimme that money,
I need that paper, Gimme that cash
Need to stop eating SHIT!
And start to eat out in class.
Gotta,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Go on,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
I'm making nasty money
Shnazzy money, this ain't classy money.
Pockets looking funny,
When you making Azzy money.
Youtube money in my account
Shit is getting hard to count
Turned that frown right upside down
I got that MONEY MONEY MONEY...
I aint never had the money though, No.
I aint have the money to show!
Immigrant lifestyle we've been through the lows.
Dropped outta school oh 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 tho
Just like some of you lame bros.
We ain't had a pot to piss in, listen,
Up in school the kids were dissin'
Immigrant stressing, been professin'
Lost our lives, been waiting for a blessing!
Some of y’all yutes ain't ready for the message
Rent too high gotta relocate
Life gets 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 clap em
Roads are hard no Google maps son.
Grindin' shit grindin' shit
I been in the shit...
Go n take a shower bitch
Febreeze, just sneezed, we rich!
Gimme that money
I need that paper, Gimme that cash
I want pedicures,
While I laugh and listen to jazz.
Gotta,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Go on,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Gimme that money,
I need that paper, Gimme that cash
Need to stop eating SHIT!
And start to eat out in class.
Gotta,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Go on,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Give me that feta that feta that money that money,
I'll jump in front of your screens and act like a monkey!
I need that gouda that flow-flow that money that chedder,
I needa buy coconut oil so I can look better,
Need a droptop new Tesla,
Kris Jenner milf investors,
There's snakes in the grass man
Y’all fake, polyester
Bro, I seen you on the corner hating and bragging
Then I make a little DOE-DOE now you bandwagon!
Why looking all upset?
Just two years ago you were-talking-shit.
You were like 'Hey Azzy why don't
you film your little videos bitch?'
Hit me on a weekend flex,
ask to catchup on a Wednesday at 6
Money and fame bring a lot of fake friends
Money and fame bring a lot of fake friends!
You could have your best day bitch,
I still look better in my Peach outfit
Leave them moanin' with mass pwnage
I stay roaming, money growing.
It ain't about the bands though,
Its all about my fans though,
Catch me in Amerstram yo,
and take a trip to Azzyland oh!
Gimme that money
I need that paper, Gimme that cash
I want pedicures,
While I laugh and listen to jazz.
Gotta,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Go on,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Gimme that money,
I need that paper, Gimme that cash
Need to stop eating SHIT!
And start to eat out in class.
Gotta,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)
Go on,
Run n get that money. (hustle!)
Run n get that money. (grind!)