DOLLAR menu

Lyrics
[Part I] [Intro: DWY] Sleep for dinner, hungry nights Dollar menu saved my life Blessings exist, oh, must be nice Dollar menu saved my life [Interlude] Ah, shit, here go this nigga Ayy, nigga, ayy, nigga, what's up, bro? What you want today? [Verse] Dollar menu saved my life Baby, everything gon' be aight Ten-piece, but my mama didn't eat that night Promise I'ma keep it ninety-nine cent for life Last night, I had sleep for dinner (And my dreams taste good), for dinner Mama an alky Mama an alky, stepdad a dope fiend Know how to sell drugs, know how to sell dreams Age of fourteen, I was doin' my own thing But, mama, I'm hungry (Hungry) 'Cause last night, I had sleep for dinner And my consciencе eat way more than me From thе women I hurt, from the people I leave, from the fires I feed Find a job on Indeed 'cause last night, I only had sleep for dinner In Hell's Kitchen with the recipe for disaster In Long Beach donating plasma Would donate my sperm, but I can't 'cause I know how it feel to be bastard And last night, I only had sleep for dinner Couldn't even 'ford a TV dinner Not a Banquet, a Kids Cuisine, Marie Callender's Don't know how many days left on my calendar [Interlude] Do you want it? 'Cause I'll give it to you Just like that, motherfucker [Part II] [Intro] Sheesh (Do what I want) Shoo (Do what I want) Yeah (Do what I want) Yeah (Do what I want) Yeah (Do what I want) Yeah (I do what you want) (I do what I want) Yeah [Chorus] Standin' on couches 'cause I'm tryna fuck that bitch, bring the bottles to me (Sheesh) Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu, yeah (Hoo) Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me, yeah (Blick) Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu [Verse 1] Big-forehead bitch throw it back (Throw it back) Hate rats, but I love hoodrats (Hoodrats) Wait, what's that logo on his hat? (Where you from?) LA County, do you know where you at? (LA County) Take the order, make 'em McDouble back (Shoo) Sittin' at your window with a Big Mac (Big Mac) Ain't ashamed that I used to wear Shaqs 'Cause I hit a home run, slidin' to 4batz (Hoo) Barry Bonds Don't I do my look? Every time (Every time) Pop out, got 'em shook every time (Every time) Niggas always cry wolf every time (Every time) Puttin' money on books every time (Every time) And it's like that Got a goal I would never look twice at (Twice at) Everything goin' good like a white staff I been tearin' through the city in a white 'Cat [Chorus] Standin' on couches 'cause I'm tryna fuck that bitch, bring the bottles to me (Bring me them bottles) Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu, yeah (Hoo) Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me, yeah Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu, yeah [Verse 2] It's Big Bag Junior, Mr. Pot Scraper, I'm the Lord's favorite Throw a lot of money, do a lot of saving Don't tell that bitch have my son 'less I'm shaded Can't beef with my BMs, I made it I can't check my DMs, I made it I'm part of the motion club, I made it (I made it) Nigga, I'm me, you you, you hate it, look Vaughn got a roster Might catch a bougie bitch leavin' my casa (Leavin' the cribo) She want the tea, but she only gon' take walk of shames in my Shaka (Just get a t-shirt) She don't fuck with scrubs 'cause she want that body that she get from doctors (Dr. Miami) Come fuck with a Whoppa, come fuck with a Whoppa [Chorus] I'm standin' on couches 'cause I'm tryna fuck that bitch, bring them bottles to me (Bring them bottles) Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu, yeah (Huh, huh, uh) Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me, yeah (Keep it with me) Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu [Outro] Feed off the dollar menu Feed off the dollar menu [Skit] I gotta get a fuckin' job, dog Listen to this voicemail my mama left me talkin' crazy You have one new message Vaughn, this boy need his money, you done had his money for a whole motherfuckin' month You can run your ho games on everybody else, bitch You talk that shit about gettin' my shit together, and here your grown ass borrowin' money from a seventeen-year-old He need his motherfuckin' money First of all, you had no goddamn business goin' to get my motherfuckin' child Bitch, take care of that bitch baby over there and worry 'bout that bitch baby, 'kay? Don't fuck with my kids, I didn't ask you to go get him and neither did his motherfuckin' daddy You didn't confirm a goddamn thing with me, stay the fuck out of my kid's business Quit goin' to get motherfuckers, you irresponsible bitch Pay this boy his motherfuckin' money 'Fore I air your shit out
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Credits
- Writers
- Ray Vaughn
- Wallis Lane
- Vinnyforgood
- Tariq Beats
- TAKA (Producer)
- playoffs
- Alex Mendoza
- OHGODDC