Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rufus Thomas
Rufus Thomas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rufus Thomas
Rufus Thomas
Composer

Lyrics

LD, AKA The Independent Variable 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? In the bank but 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 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 login's 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 but 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 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', preacher I can take his ass church fresh as hell, no Easter I can make his ass burb like a baby without no hiccup I can... Quan what's this have to do with saving money though? You know 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 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 with the sale on it The fuck you rappers bragging bout? You overpay 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 (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 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 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! 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 (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 Everytime these niggas tryna play And lately I've been stackin' up Cause I'm bout the bands baby 100k underneath the bed baby 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 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 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 take 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 Vs. 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 kyke 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... that was... that's... I'm so embarrassed
Writer(s): Rufus Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out