This is a song about "Save dat money"

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

We got dat smoke and blow

Back in my zone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

Pockets swoll like i just cracked a safe

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

They say nothings ever free

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

You can save the pussy shit