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$ave Dat Money

by Fetty Wap

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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 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 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 You ain't heard of lil Dave, or L the Jew biz major Fuck you know 'bout the world he was raised in? I've been saving money since the motherfucker 13 I wear the same pair of jeans everyday Free sale with just 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 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 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' thotties, I disregard them All them bitches actin' holy, ain't got no God in 'em I can teach a lil nigga somethin', preach I can take his ass church fresh as hell, no Easter I can make his ass burp like a baby without no hiccup I can 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 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, went and sail 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 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 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 shits 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 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 Everyone these niggas tryna play And lately I been stackin' up crazy Stayin' up all about the Ben baby 800k 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 Don't double charge me, we like 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 What the ice cube's worth That's the only differentiate in 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 bro, 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 what the difference in a cheeseburger verse the bacon cheeseburger was in making my decision I would hate to be the waiter, tryin' to tell me something different Imma 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? I'm so embarrassed

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