[Hook: Fetty Wap]
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
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 1: Lil Dicky]
Rap game got it all wrong
We ain’t bout to go and spend money just to flex on her
We ain’t really got it like ya’ll
I’m the type of motherf**er 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
You ain’t heard a lil day (?) Jew biz major
f** you know bout the world he was raised in?
I’ve been saving money since the motherf**er 13
I wear the same pair of jeans everyday
We (?) 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
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
All of my luggage is Louie V, I swear to God n***a
All of my b**hes scared of me, I put that rod in ’em
All of them b**hes actin’ thotties, I disregard them
All them b**hes actin’ holy, ain’t got no God in ’em
I can teach a lil n***a somethin’, preacher
I can take his a** church fresh as hell, no Easter
I can make his a** burb like a baby without no hiccup
I can
[Interlude]
Quan what’s this have to do with saving money though?
You know a full verse would have been to expensive anyways
I think
[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]
I ain’t parkin’ that unless the meter green homie
Hair cut several months in-between homie
Hit the motherf**in’ lights when I leave homie
Single ply TP a** lead
Air B&B, the motherf**in’ (?) least I’m never there
I’m not in Cali, why the f** my company in Delaware?
Happy hour takin’ out the chicken, I don’t even care
That applies to (?) and wings
(?) phone bill got the motherf**in’ fam on it
401k rollin’ over bands on it
Coppin’ sweaters in the summer with the sail on it
The f** you actors brag about? You overpay for it
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Lil Dicky]
I ain’t never hit a bar with a cover
Lost thread count, hard with the covers
Free trial memberships though
I never join them sh**s though
f** you think this is though?
Frequent flying like a motherf**in’ (?)
General (?)
Just so I can wake the appetite of dick
What you talkin’ about?
My AC never do (?) blow fans
Walgreens card shoppin’ (?)
Boy go hard when collecting (?)
Save every motherf**in’ roach, tryna smoke
Kept 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 450 up in quarters on me?
Well I f**in’ don’t
[Hook]
[Bridge: Fetty Wap]
Everyone these n***as tryna play
And lately I’m thinkin’ I’m crazy
Stayin’ up (?)
100k underneath the band baby
[Outro: Lil Dicky]
If you at a restaurant and got an iced coffee
And the waiter did refill it without a word of caution
And you get your f**in’ bill and you can see ’em double chargin’
For the coffee and you told ’em there’s a problem
Sing a long like
Ohh don’t double charge for me for that
Ohh 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