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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ray Vaughn
Ray Vaughn
Vocals
Alex Mendoza
Alex Mendoza
Background Vocals
DWY
DWY
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Mendoza
Alex Mendoza
Songwriter
Ricky Surum
Ricky Surum
Songwriter
Andrew Smellie
Andrew Smellie
Songwriter
Rayvon Welch
Rayvon Welch
Songwriter
Altariq Crapps
Altariq Crapps
Songwriter
Devon Clayton
Devon Clayton
Songwriter
Vincent Dean Verdi
Vincent Dean Verdi
Songwriter
Steven Richard Ayala
Steven Richard Ayala
Songwriter
Jackson Paul LoMastro
Jackson Paul LoMastro
Songwriter
Paimon Jahanbin
Paimon Jahanbin
Songwriter
Nima Jahanbin
Nima Jahanbin
Songwriter
Ferdinand Krumpholz
Ferdinand Krumpholz
Songwriter
Roberto Daniel Castillo
Roberto Daniel Castillo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Mendoza
Alex Mendoza
Producer
Tariq
Tariq
Producer
OhGodDC!
OhGodDC!
Producer
Vinnyforgood
Vinnyforgood
Producer
Playoffs
Playoffs
Producer
Taka.
Taka.
Producer
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Producer
Ricky Surum
Ricky Surum
Recording Engineer
Markeith "Meco" Nelson
Markeith "Meco" Nelson
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demetrius Lewis II
Demetrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Anthony Tiffith
Anthony Tiffith
Executive Producer
Jackson Paul LoMastro
Jackson Paul LoMastro
Additional Producer
Yalabear
Yalabear
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Sleep for dinner
Hungry nights
Dollar menu saved my life
Blessings exist
Oh, must be nice
Dollar menu saved my life
[Intro]
Ah shit, here go this ****
Aye, aye, ****, what's up bruh? What you want today?
[Verse 1]
Dollar menu saved my life
Baby, everything gon' be a'ight
Ten piece, but my mama didn't eat that night
Promise, I'ma keep it 99 cent for life
Last night I had sleep for dinner
And the dreams feels good
For dinner
[Verse 2]
Mama an alchy
Mama an alchy, stepdad a dope fiend
Know how to sell drugs, know how to sell dreams
Age of fourteen, I was doing my own thing
But, Mama, I'm hungry (Hungry)
'Cause last night I had sleep for dinner
And my consciousness eats way more than me
From the 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 feels to be bastard
And last night I only had sleep for dinner
Couldn't even afford a TV dinner
Not a Banquet, a Kids Cuisine, Marie Callender's
Don't know how many days left on my calendar
[Verse 3]
Do you want it? 'Cause I'll give it to you
Just like that, motherfucka!
[Verse 4]
Sheesh! Do what I want
Shoot! Do what I want
Yeah, do what I want
Yeah, do what I want
Yeah, do what I want
Yeah, do what you want
Do what I want, yeah
[Chorus]
Standin' on couches 'cause I'm trying to fuck that bitch
Bring the bottles to me
Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu
Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me
Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu
[Verse 5]
Big forehead, bitch, throw it back
Hate rats, but I love hood rats
Wait, what's that logo on his hat?
L.A. County, do you know where you at?
Take the order, make 'em McDouble back
Sittin' at ya window with a Big Mac
Ain't ashamed that I used to wear Shaqs
'Cause I hit a home run, slidin' to the 4batz
[Verse 6]
Barry Bonds
Don't I do my look, erry time?
Pop out, got him shook, erry time
**** always cry wolf, erry time
Put money on books, erry time
And it's like that, you got goers, I would never look twice at
Everything goin' good like a white staff
I've been tearin' through the city in a white cat
[Chorus]
Standin' on couches 'cause I'm trying to fuck that bitch
Bring the bottles to me
Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu
Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me
Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu
[Verse 7]
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
How I can't check my DMs? I made it
I'm part of the motion club, I made it
****, I'm me, you, you, you hate it
[Verse 8]
Look, Vaughn got a roster
Might catch a boujee bitch leaving my casa
Leavin' the cribo
She want the tea, she only gon' take walk of shame in my shakka
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]
Standin' on couches 'cause I'm trying to fuck that bitch
Bring the bottles to me
Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu
Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me
Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu
Written by: Alex Mendoza, Altariq Crapps, Andrew Smellie, Devon Clayton, Ferdinand Krumpholz, Jackson Paul LoMastro, Lonnie Liston Smith, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Rayvon Welch, Ricky Surum, Roberto Daniel Castillo, Roderick Turner Surum, Steven Richard Ayala, Vincent Dean Verdi
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