Lil Dicky – $ave Dat Money

 

[Intro: Lil Dicky & Fetty Wap] LD, AKA The Independent Variable
Trap God, and we servin’ out the hallway

[Chorus: Fetty Wap] Ayy, where the gold at, baby? (Fuck I need gold for man?)
Ayy, where the clothes at, baby? (Fuck I need clothes for man?)
Ayy, where the dough at, baby?
In the bank, you know I ain’t tryna blow dat, baby
Ayy, we gon’ save that money (I’m so thrifty)
Ayy, we gon’ save that money (I’m so stingy)
Ayy, we gon’ save that money
What we doin’? We gon’ save dat money

[Verse 1: Lil Dicky] The rap game got it all wrong
We ain’t ‘bout to go and spend money just to flex on ‘em
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 (No)
Those margaritas not goin’ on my card (No)
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 (It’s true)
Free sandwiches, homie, two stamps away (It’s true)
Book flight December but I leave in May (I do)
Drugs are generic but still work the same
I get logins for Netflix from my cousin Greg
Thanks Greg!