[Verse 1: Brian Fresco]

Blunt, sippin lean ridin so slow

Real nigga, never with a broke ho

You bozo's I blow whole O's

Smoke dolo till I'm on the ozone

No dro doe

Save money, Save money be the promo

That bad white ho with a coke nose

That rose gold

That glass jaw nigga never throw stones

That B to the crooked letter I

A to the crooked letter fly

Tell them niggas Fresco

Ride em like a race though

Take doe, save doe, money on the mind

Pussy niggas tryna keep up with the grind

Niggas go broke or they run out of time

Said them niggas dyin over pride

Got me prayin for me brother every night

Before a nigga close eyes

Got em like roll up with no intro

Blunts and liq for my kinfolk

Turned your bitch into a nympho

Nigga google me for my info

Nigga hotboxin that indo

Sittin high but my tint low

Nigga posted up with them same bows, them same hoes

I had to let em go like....

[Verse 2: Kami de Chukwu]

Evil thoughts

Schemes and plots

In a world where angels loved

And demons fought

For your life

For your soul

For your money

For your dreams

For your goals

Where to go?

Like welcome to the dark side, dark side

Where money's the force to your deepest desires

Save Money empire

Strike back

Have em kneelin to the skies

Them cheats and them lies

Liars it's time to battle fear

The war waged on

For a couple million lightyears

I'm tearin through them bright spheres

Those suns and planets

How he rip them through these galaxies?

Victim of a fallacy

Fantasies of humanity

Save Money family

Saving time like Obi-Wan commanded me

Unlocking minds of youth understandably

I'm Qui-Gon

With my light saber drawn

Trying to teach these padawans

How to reassemble drones

Open domes

Sever chromosomes

Fill em till they're overflown

Bigger nigga

Little clones

The yoda got me overgone

Now I'm trippin on some shit

They want me gone and overthrown

Make the move, cast the stone

Muhfuckas backs get blown

They ain't fuckin with the god

Once again rest in peace to my nigga Rod

Man your music still bump well on my iPod

Find em niggas slippin

This deuce in my Izod

Catch a case

Still movin at a faster pace

Silly rabbit

It's the turtle who just mastered race

Jumpin through hyperspace

Trippin off a drug, I'm swearin it was hyperlaced

Movin weight on cyberspace

I'm gone... I'm fucked up...

I loved you... I fucked up

These screw up's, these fuck up's

Fuck that shit, my lucks up

It's gone, it's over

Come over, Red Rover

No.... No.... No....