Rich Homie Quan - Save That Money lyrics

[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