$ave Dat Money, le nouveau clip de Lil Dicky tourné sans argent

Après avoir intégré une « école » de rappeurs avec Snoop Dogg, Lil Dicky a dévoilé son nouveau clip réalisé sans argent, $ave Dat Money, chanson issue de l’album Professional Rapper.

Le rappeur a réussi à tourner un vrai clip de rap sans dépenser le moindre dollar. Pour ce faire, il est allé voir des gens pour leur demander s’ils acceptaient de lui prêter des villas, des voitures de luxe ou encore des yachts, le temps de tourner les différentes séquences.

Les paroles de $ave Dat Money

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