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$ave Dat Money

アーティスト:Lil Dicky 

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LD, AKA The Independent Variable Trap God, and we servin' up the whole world Ay, where the gold at, baby? Ay, where the clothes at, baby? Ay, where the dough at, baby? In the bank, you know I ain't tryna blow that, baby Ay, we gon' save that money (I'm so thrifty) Ay, we gon' save that money (I'm so stingy) Ay, we gon' save that money What we do? We gon' save that money Rap game got it all wrong We ain't 'bout to go and spend money just to flex on them We ain't really got it like y'all (Yeah, baby!) I'm a type of motherfucker that'll check the check Do the math, I ain't never gettin' robbed Those margaritas not goin' on my card I ain't 'bout to split a damn thing for convenience sake I'm at the restaurant workin' that waitress Hold up You ain't heard of Lil Dave, Yung L, The Jew Biz Major? Fuck you know about the world he raised in? I've been savin' money since a motherfucker thirteen I wear the same pair of jeans everyday Free sandwiches, homie, two stamps away Book flight December but I leave in May Drugs are generic but still work the same I get logins for Netflix from my cousin Greg Thanks Greg! Ay, where the gold at, baby? Ay, where the clothes at, baby? Ay, where the dough at, baby? In the bank, you know I ain't tryna blow that, baby Ay, we gon' save that money (I'm so thrifty) Ay, we gon' save that money (I'm so stingy) Ay, we gon' save that money What we do? We gon' save that money All of my luggage is Louie V, I swear to God, nigga All of my bitches be scared of me, I put that rod in 'em All of them bitches actin' thoughtless, I disregard them All of them bitches actin' holy, ain't got no God in 'em I can teach a lil nigga somethin', preacher I can take his ass church fresh as hell, no Easter I can make his ass burp like a baby without no hiccup I can... Quan what's this have to do with saving money though? You know a full verse would have been too expensive anyways I think I ain't parkin' that unless the meter green, homie Hair cut several months in-between, homie Hit the motherfuckin' lights when I leave, homie Single ply TP ass bleed Airbnb the mother fucker, least I'm never there I'm in Cali, why the fuck my company in Delaware? Happy hour takin' out the chicken, I don't even care That applies to both dating and wings Peep matinees phone bill got the motherfuckin' fam on it 401k rollin' over bands on it Coppin' sweaters in the summer when the sale on them The fuck you rappers bragging bout? You overpaying for it Ay, where the gold at, baby? Ay, where the clothes at, baby? Ay, where the dough at, baby? In the bank, you know I ain't tryna blow that, baby Ay, we gon' save that money (I'm


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