Save Dat Money (feat. Fetty Wap and Rich Homie Quan) Akkorde von 
Lil Dicky 
N/A5 Aufrufe
Key: G minor•
Verse 1
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Trap God,
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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
And the banger but you know
I ain't tryna blow that baby
Ay, we gon' save that money
Ay, we gon' save that money
Ay, we gon' save that money
Verse 2
What we do? We gone save that money
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Rap game got it all wrong
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We ain't 'bout to go and spend
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money just to flex on her
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We ain't really got it like ya'll
I'm the type of motherfucker
that'll check the check
Do the math,
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I ain't never gettin' robbed
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Those margaritas not goin' on my card
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I ain't 'bout to split a damn thing
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for con venience sake
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I'm at the restaurant
workin' that waitress
You ain't heard of lil Dave,
or L the Jew biz major
Fuck you know 'bout the world
he was raised in?
I've been saving money
since the motherfucker 13
I wear the same pair
of jeans everyday
Free sale with just homie,
two stamps away
Book flight December but I leave in May
Drugs are generic but still work the same
I get login's for Netflix from
my cousin Greg
Verse 3
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Ay, where the gold at baby
Ay, where the clothes at baby
Ay, where the dough at baby
And the banger but you know I
ain't tryna blow that baby
Ay, we gon' save that money
Ay, we gon' save that money
Ay, we gon' save that money
What we do? We gone save that money
Verse 4
All of my luggage is Louie V, I swear to God nigga
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All of my bitches be scared of me,
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I put that rod in 'em
All of them bitches actin'
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thotties, I dis regard them
All them bitches actin' holy,
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ain't got no God in 'em
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I can teach a lil nigga somethin',
preach
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I can take his ass church fresh as hell,
no Easter
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I can make his ass burp like a baby
without no hiccup
I can
Verse 5
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Quan what's this have to do with saving
money though?
You know what, a full verse would have
been to expensive anyways
I think
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I ain't parkin' that un less the meter green homie
Verse 6
Hair cut several months in- between homie
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Hit the motherfuckin' lights
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when I leave homie
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Single ply TP ass bleed
Air B&B the mother fucker,
least I'm never there
I'm not 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,
went and sail on 'em
The fuck you rappers bragging
'bout? You overpaying for it
Verse 7
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Ay, where the gold at baby
Ay, where the clothes at baby
Ay, where the dough at baby
And the banger but you know I
ain't tryna blow that baby
Ay, we gon' save that money
Ay, we gon' save that money
Ay, we gon' save that money
What we do? We gone save that money
Verse 8
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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 shits though
Fuck you think this is though?
Frequent flying like
a motherfuckin' finch tho
General Tso, half a dozen on the stick
Just so I can whet the appetite of dick
What you talkin' about?
My AC never doing nothing,
blow fans
Walgreens card shoppin'
all the off brands
Boy go hard when collecting,
got Venmo
Save every motherfuckin' roach,
tryna smoke
Check the clothes in my drawers,
I ain't playin' around
It's LD, lil boy, Mr. Hand- me- down
Dirty drawers gettin' worn,
can you blame me now?
You think I got $4.50 up in quarters on me
well I fucking don't!
Verse 9
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Ay, where the gold at baby
Ay, where the clothes at baby
Ay, where the dough at baby
And the banger but you know
I ain't tryna blow that baby
Ay, we gon' save that money
Ay, we gon' save that money
Ay, we gon' save that money
What we do? We gone
save that money
Verse 10
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Everyone these niggas tryna play
And lately I been stackin' up crazy
Stayin' up all about the
Ben baby
Verse 11
800k underneath the bed baby
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If you at a restaurant
and got an iced coffee
And the waiter been refillin' that
without a word of caution
And you get your fuckin' bill and you can
see 'em double chargin'
For the coffee and you told
'em there's a problem
Sing a long like
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Ohh don't double charge for me for that
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Don't double charge me, we like
Ohh don't double charge for me for that
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Don't do it to yourself
'Cause I might just ask what the
ice cube's worth
What the ice cube's worth
That's the only differentiate
in making 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 bro, you saw me get the
burger with the bacon on the side
After looking at the price of the side,
of just bacon and comparing it
To what the difference in a cheeseburger verse the bacon
cheeseburger was in making my decision
I would hate to be the waiter,
tryin' to tell me something 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?
I'm so embarrassed
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Capo: 3
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