Savemoney Cypher

[Verse 1: Caleb James]

All my real niggas holler

I'm out here bout a dollar

If you speak another language, holler at your guala

'Bout the cheese, 'bout the bread, 'bout the cake

You could take a break but in the meantime in between time

I make enough cash to rake and replace the sand by the lake

And only eat potatoes and steak

I ride around town with something so fine, it make you frown in the passenger

Nigga come for mines, and I'm blasting ya

It'd be mad static, it'd be mad tragic

'Cause I can't run after you dog, I'm a asthmatic

But I roll green like the slim change in my jeans, or the team from Boston

That'll probably put me in a coffin from coughing

But I do this often

Niggas know I'm falling off topic but I get it right up in the pocket

Niggas know I'm plugged like a socket

Blast off like a rocket when I rock the cypher

Hoes follow me like Pied Piper

You can't find none nicer

Shitting on niggas, I'm needing diapers

Niggas know ain't no need for mean mugs and shoulder shoves

And I'm in the club wit my nigga Chance

Its all love

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]

And it's all love

I'm looking for some hoes I can call up

And all them niggas with 'em gettin' balled up

Put your cash up

Its the same old dance and they can flash mob

Apologies for my Savemoney philosophies

Young Socrates, Sophocles, Ptolemies

Building a monopoly, never practice monogamy

Harness all the bad my parents couldn't beat outta me

So take a piece of mind

Robbery, lobotomy

And I'm a cocky asshole, but that's a different side of me

Well death is a coincidence, life is an anomaly

So death to all of yesterday and viva la tomorrow G

My homies push weight forward with scales

To get they grind on like skateboards and rails

Never hit a treflip, but they can hit a stain quick

Hit a wipe out and cops shove 'em in jails

So fuck what them say

Savemoney all day, but this is my 10 Day

If your pocket says is I need to get rent paid

Guess this the Savemoney bank job, put that on my tank top

[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]

It's the paid money bank mob

Write it on everything, give your hood a new paint job

It's niggas with children, put the crown up

Buildin' what you think Bob

In the party, sippin' and dancin' 'till my drank drop

I could steal the show, it ain't a song a nigga can't rob

Riding down Cottage, Me, Joey and K Rock

My nigga don't quit your day job

I'm face late husband mixed with a little face mob

Go and turn the fuck up out the bass knob

Nigga it Savemoney, yo let whoever have the most to drink, drive

Crash burn, pass niggas and cash earn

Cremate rappers leave the ashes in the glass urn

You don't wanna try me, that be nonsense

You don't want beef and I don't want that on my conscience

So stay cool

I stack O's, push Q's like I play pool

Fuck a textbook, fuck a teacher cause I hate school

Straight fool, I go dummy when the beat drop

In a treehouse getting blunted in the treetop

Know only come with that heat, rock

Smokin' in the heat box, busting a beat box

Biatch

[Verse 4: Malcolm London]

Built from the ground up like a sky scraper

Off the high dropping niggas, call us some sky scrapers

Savemoney stacked like a spy nigga get back

Got your girl dripping and she can get waxed in fact

Never weighed down, even with all the ounces we inhale

Lungs in jail, guess you could say we spit bars

Guess you could say we never sleep

Continue to resist arrest

Not a crew, not a clique

This is a revolution, this is an evolution

You got problems, and we got solutions

Years of institutions leave you always on your toes

Hard for a nigga to heal

Walking Chi City streets bring pressure

Leaving diamonds in our chest

Souls like steel

Built from the ground up, no beef unless you want it

And we never standing still, battle royale and we standing still

Savemoney, save music, save minds

My nigga Caleb James, blowing up like land mines

So don't step

At y'all necks like a tie

Bo Squad, built from the ground up

Niggas ain't Savemoney you a bitch

Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang