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caleb james - saviour money lyrics

[hook]
save this money
save this money
stay getting money
save this money
(2x)

savin! savin, savin!
savin! savin, savin
money!
(2x)

[chance the rapper]
saved all my money
saved all my money
started with nothing but now i’mma hundred

[caleb james]
you pop beans, i sip lean
your sprite white, my sh-t pink
n-gga this here my daddy house, i was running things since i was 15
i was running from the teachers, f-cking hoes under the bleachers (ewww)
up in cl-ss smelling like reefer, got a bank rolled in my sneakers
like wayne i’m hot boy breakin down that crop boy
my n-gga coach k from the a, i told him drop the top boy
hating you should stop boy, real n-gga you not boy
you don’t want them problems, my n-ggas come down your block boy

[joey purp]
save money we got it
i’m smoking on exotic
and my girl ain’t got no stomach
every time she eat she vomit
puffin’ on that potent
shipped it in from oakland
go to houston for that potion
got me living in slow motion
but i’m straight from the midwest
say they want beef but a n-gga won’t test
k!llers don’t sleep so the n-ggas don’t rest
bust a hallow tip t–th straight thru his mothaf-ckin chest
them chicagorillas, chi-town home of the stonecold k!llas
where the n-ggas k!ll stones, cuz them stones gonna get us
if a n-gga die slow then they gon’ come wit’cha

[hook]

[vic mensa]
save this money ain’t sh-t funny
i keep this sh-t one hunnit
d-ck she get it if she want it
and my mommy said she ready, she said come and get me
i’m the unabomber, make that p-ssy armageddon
eat it like spaghetti, meat b-lls in her mouth boy
my people all in the house, they burning reefer holes in the couch boy
you smoked out in that coach house
started breaking sh-t and then broke out
got her taking d-ck in that whole mouth
my grave and b-tches they both south

[chance the rapper]
tight pocket zulu chips up like bugle
i can’t spend that much my pockets just too frugal
my face on google do you need goggles?
southside chicago f-ck you and f-ck blago
welfare wells fargo fare well till tomorrow
got father called up father god can i borrow?
a dollar, dinero, or euro
my money is buried in burials and bureaus
tripped out

[hook]

- caleb james lyrics

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