AZZYLAND - MONEY (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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AZZYLAND - MONEY (en) Lyrics
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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
Stop eating shit and start
to eat out of glass
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 the 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 a pot to piss in
Listen, up in school, the
kids were dissin'
Immigrant stressin’, been professin’
I said I've been waiting
for a blessing
Tell me how you take ready
for the message
Rent too high, gotta relocate
I’ve got Geico all the way on pay
Not rich yet, but I'm on my way
How's a ragged? 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
For Jesus sake we rich!!
Give me that better, that better
the money and I'm on it
I'll jump in front of your screens and
act like a monkey (Yeah right)
I need to go and blow all
the money, the cheddar
I need to buy coconut oil
so I can look better
You the drop top new Tesla
Kris Jenner milf and investors
The 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 and 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?"
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
My peach I pick leave that
money 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, whoa
Stop eating shit, and start
to eat outta glass
Peace out
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