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Save Dat Money Karaoke - Lil Dicky & Fetty Wap & Rich Homie Quan

This title is a cover version of Save Dat Money as made famous by Lil Dicky
feat. Fetty Wap & Rich Homie Quan

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 98 BPM

In the same key as the original: Cm

Duration: 04:51 - Sample at: 02:21

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2015
Genres: Rap & Hip Hop, Humour, In English
Original songwriter: Willie Maxwell II, Rich Homie Quan, Matthew D Washington, David Andrew Burd

All files available for download are backing tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics Save Dat Money

Ayy
LD
A.K.A. The Independent Variable
Trap God
I was servin' out the hallway
Ayy
Where the gold at baby
Where the clothes at baby
Ayy
Where the dough at baby
In the bank
You know I ain't tryna blow dat baby
Ayy
We gon' save that money
Ayy
We gon' save that money
Ayy
We gon' save that money
What we doin'
We gon' save dat money
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
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 every day
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
Ayy where the gold at baby
Ayy
Where the clothes at baby
Ayy
Where the dough at baby
In the bank
You know I ain't tryna blow dat baby
Ayy
We gon' save that money
Ayy
We gon' save that money
Ayy
We gon' save that money
What we doin'
We gon' save dat money
All of my luggage is Louis 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 disregardin' 'em
All of them bitches actin' holy
Ain't got no God in 'em
I can teach a lil' nigga somethin' like a preacher
I can take his ass to church fresh as hell, no Easter
I can make his ass burp like a baby without no hiccup
I could
Trap
Trap
Trap
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 T.P., ass bleed
Airbnb the motherfuckin' lease
I'm never there
I'm out in Cali, why the fuck my company in Delaware
At happy hour takin' out the chicken, I don't even care
And that applies to both datin' and wings
Peep matinees, phone bill got the motherfuckin' fam on it
Four-O-One K
Rollin' over bands on it
Coppin' sweaters in the summer when the sale on 'em
The fuck you rappers braggin' 'bout
You overpayin' for it
Ayy where the gold at baby
Ayy
Where the clothes at baby
Ayy
Where the dough at baby
In the bank
You know I ain't tryna blow dat baby
Ayy
We gon' save that money
Ayy
We gon' save that money
Ayy
We gon' save that money
What we doin'
We gon' save dat money
I ain't never hit a bar with a cover
Low thread count
Hard with the covers
Free trial memberships though
I never join the shiz though
Fuck you think this is though
Frequent flyin' like a motherfuckin' finch though
General Tso
Half a dozen on the stick
Just so I can whet the appetite a bit
Whatchu talkin' 'bout
My AC never doin' nothin'
Blow fans though
Walgreens card shoppin' all the off brands though
Boy go hard when collectin'
Got Venmo
Save every motherfuckin' roach
Tryna smoke
Check the clothes in my drawers
I ain't playin' around
It's LD, lil boy
Mister Hand-me-down
My dirty drawers gettin' worn
Can you blame me now
You think I got four fifty up in quarters on me well I fuckin' don't
Ayy where the gold at baby
Ayy
Where the clothes at baby
Ayy
Where the dough at baby
In the bank
You know I ain't tryna blow dat baby
Ayy
We gon' save that money
Ayy
We gon' save that money
Ayy
We gon' save that money
What we doin'
We gon' save dat money
Every time these niggas tryna play
And lately I've been stackin' up crazy
Stackin' up
All about the bands baby
Eight hundred K underneath the bed baby
Ayy
Ayy if you at a restaurant and got a iced coffee and the waiter been refillin' that without a word of caution
And you get your fuckin' bill and you can see he double charged ya for the coffee and you told 'em there's a problem, sing along like
Oh don't double charge me for that
Don't double charge me
We like
Oh don't double charge me for that
Don't do it to yourself
'Cos I might just ask what the ice cube's worth
What the ice cube's worth
That's the only differentiator makin' this a non-free perk
And I might make work more difficult
For you than it need be
So think about it, take a minute
Let it breathe B
But think about it bruh
You saw me get the burger with the bacon on the side after lookin' at the price of the side of just bacon
And comparin' it to what the difference in the cheeseburger versus the bacon cheeseburger was and makin' my decision
I would hate to be the waiter tryna tell me somethin' different
Imma get on Yelp in a minute and review this piece of shit place like only a kike know how
Unless you take the extra coffee off
I might get loud unless you
Oh it was just an accident
You didn't even mean that
You didn't even, that was
That's, I'm so embarrassed

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