Lil Dicky - Save That Money lyrics

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Ft. Rich Homie Quan & Fetty Wap

(Hook)

Trap God, and we serving up the whole world

Ayy, Where the gold at, baby?

Ayy, Where the clothes at, baby?

Ayy, Where the dough at, baby?

And the banger but ya know I ain't tryin' to blow that baby

Ayy, We gon save that money

Ayy, We gon save that money

Ayy, We gon save that money

What we do? We gone save that money

(Verse: Lil Dicky)

Rap game got it all wrong

We ain't bout to go and spend money just to flex on her

We ain't really got it like ya'll

I'm the type of muthafucka that'll check the check

Do the math, I ain't neva getting robbed

Those margaritas not going on my card

I ain't bout to split a damn thing fo' convenience sake

I'm at the restaurant working that waitress

Ya ain't heard a lil day and Alda Jew biz major?

Fuck ya know bout the world he was raised in?

I've been savin' money since the muthafucking thirteen

I wear the same pair of jeans erryday

We fly with just hoes, we 2 stamps away

Book flight December but I leave in May

Drugs are generic but still work the same

I get login's fo' Netflix from my cousin Greg

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan)

All of my luggage is Louie V, I swear to God nigga

All of my bitches scared of me, I put that rod in 'em

All of them bitches acting thotties, I disregard them

All them bitches acting holy, ain't got no God in 'em

I can teach a lil nigga sumething, preacher

I can take his ass church fresh as hell, no Easter

I can make his ass burb like a baby witout no hiccup

I can

(Bridge)

Quan what's this have to do wit saving money tho'?

Ya know a full verse would have been to expensive anyways

I think

(Verse 3: Lil Dicky)

I ain't parking that unless the meter green homie

Hair cut several months in between homie

Hit the muthafucking lights when I leave homie

Single ply TP ass lead

Air B&B, the muthafucking lease, I'm neva down

I'm not in Cali, why the fuck my company in Delaware?!

Happy hour taking out the chicken, I don't even care

Now the plies still bode in your wings

Dee mayonnaise phone bill got the muthafucking fam on it

401k rolling ova bands on it

Copping sweaters in the summer wit the sail on it

The fuck ya actors brag about? ya ovapay fo' it

(Hook)

(Verse 4: Lil Dicky)

I ain't neva hit a bar wit a cova

Lost thread count, hard wit the covas

Free trial memberships tho'

I neva join them shits tho'

Fuck ya think this is tho'?

Frequent flyin' like a muthafucking finch tho!

General Sour, half a dozen on a stick

Just so I can wake the appetite of dick

Whachya talking about?

My AC neva doin' nothin', blow fans up

Walgreens card shopping on the off grands tho

Boy go hard when collecting god venue

Save every muthafucking roach, tryin' to smoke

Kept the clothes in my drawers, I ain't playing around

It's LD, lil boy, Mr. Hand me down

Dirty drawers getting worn, can ya blame me now?

Ya think I got four hunnid fifty up in quarters on me?

Well I fucking don't

(Hook)

(Bridge)

Everyone these niggas tryin' to play

And lately I'm thinking I'm crazy

Staying up, all about the bands, baby

Eight hunnid kay underneath the band, baby, auu

(Outro)

If ya at a restaurant and got an iced coffee

And the waiter did refill it without a word of caution

And ya get yo fucking bill and ya can see 'em double charging

Fo' the coffee and ya told 'em there's a problem

Sing a long like

Oh, don't double charge fo' me fo' that

Oh, don't double charge fo' me fo' that

Don't do it to yoself

Cuz I might just ask what the ice cube's worth