Lil Dicky - $ave Dat Money (ft. Rich Homie Quan & Fetty Wap) (Dj Lit Remix)

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Listen in as Lil Dicky and the late Rich Homie Quan flow effortlessly over Chronic Law and Cjthechemist's hit song 'MVRDER FI MVRDER'. Two tracks that have two different sounds and feels to them come together for a beautiful harmony.

@LilDickyRap
Lil Dicky - $ave Dat Money feat. Fetty Wap and Rich Homie Quan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvHYWD29ZNY

@chroniclaw1lawofficial301
Chronic Law, Cjthechemist - MVRDER FI MVRDER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNqN67u8w5Y

Save Dat Money Lyrics:
Ay, where the gold at, baby? (Fuck I need gold for man?)
Ay, where the clothes at, baby? (Fuck I need clothes for man?)
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 (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? (Ayy)
Fuck you know about the world he was raised in? (Fuck)
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!
Ay, where the gold at, baby? (Yeah, baby)
Ay, where the clothes at, baby? (Yeah, 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 (Yeah, I'm so Jewish)
Ay, we gon' save that money (Yeah, I'm so frugal)
Ay, we gon' save that money (I'm so imprudent)
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 (Trap, trap, trap)
I ain't parkin' that unless the meter green, homie (Please)
Hair cut several months in-between, homie (Always)
Hit the motherfuckin' lights when I leave, homie (YOLO)
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? (Yeah, baby)
Ay, where the clothes at, baby? (Yeah, 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 (Yeah, I'm judicious)
Ay, we gon' save that money (Yeah, I'm cost-efficient)
Ay, we gon' save that money (Yeah, I do it different)
What we do? We gon' save that money
I ain't never hit a bar with a cover (Never)
Low thread count, hard with the covers (Woo)
Free trial memberships though
I never join the shiz though (Ayy)
Fuck you think this is though?
Frequent flying like a motherfuckin finch though (Brr)
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 (Ayy)
Walgreens card shoppin' all the off brands though (Ayy)
Boy go hard when collecting, got Venmo (Ayy)
Save every motherfuckin' roach, tryna smoke (Ayy)
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? (Yeah, baby)
Ay, where the clothes at, baby? (Yeah, 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 (Yeah, 1738)
Ay, we gon' save that money (Yeah, I'm a kike)
Ay, we gon' save that money (Yeah, I eat figs)
What we do? We gon' save that money