save dat money lyrics

save dat money lyrics – Lil Dicky

LD, AKA The Independent Variable
Trap God, and we servin’ out the hallway

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

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 was 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
Ay, we gon’ save that money
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 ’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 church fresh as hell, no Easter

I can make his ass burp like a baby without no hiccup
I could…

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
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 motherfuckin’ lease, 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
And 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 ’em
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 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 gon’ save that 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 flying like a motherfuckin finch though
General Tso, half a dozen on the stick

Just so I can whet the appetite a bit
What you talkin’ about?

My AC never doing nothing, blow fans
Walgreens card shoppin’ all the off brands though

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 fuckin’ don’t

Ay, where the gold at, baby?
Ay, where the clothes at, baby?
Ay, where the dough at, baby?

In the bank 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 gon’ save that money
Everyone these niggas tryna play

And lately I’ve been stackin’ up crazy
Stackin’ up all about the bands baby

800k underneath the bed baby
Ay, 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

For the coffee and you told ’em there’s a problem
Sing along like

Oh, don’t double charge for me for that
Don’t double charge me, we like

Oh, don’t double charge for me for that
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 differentiator 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 bruh 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 the what the difference in the cheeseburger
Versus the bacon cheeseburger was and making my decision

I would hate to be the waiter trying to tell me something different
I’ma 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
I’m so embarassed

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