DOLLAR menu

Sleep for dinner Hungry nights Dollar menu saved my life Blessings exist Oh, must be nice Dollar menu saved my life Ah shit, here go this nigga Ay, ay, nigga, what's up, bro? What you want today? 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 Mama an alchy Mama an alchy, stepdad a dope fiend Know how to sell drugs, know how to sell dreams Age of 14, I was doin' 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 Do you want it? 'Cause I'll give it to you Just like that, motherfucker Sheesh (do what I want) Shoot (do what I want) Yeah (do what I want) Yeah, yeah (do what I want) Yeah (do what I want) Yeah (do what you want) Yeah (do what I want) Yeah 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 (whoo) Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me (blick) Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hos I feed off the dollar menu Big forehead, bitch, throw it back (throw it back) Hate rats, but I love hood rats (hood rats) Wait, what's that logo on his hat? (His hat) L.A. County, do you know where you at? (L.A. County) Take the order, make 'em McDouble back (shoot) 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 Barry Bonds, don't I do my look, erry time? (Erry time) Pop out, got him shook, erry time (erry time) Niggas always cry wolf, erry time (erry time) Put money on books, erry time (erry time) And it's like that, gotta go out but nigga look twice at (twice at) Everything goin' good like a white staff I've been tearin' through the city in a white cat 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 hos I feed off the dollar menu, yeah (whoo) Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me, yeah Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hos I feed off the dollar menu, yeah 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 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, 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 I'm 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 hos I feed off the dollar menu, yeah (huh, huh, huh) Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me, yeah Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hos I feed off the dollar menu I feed off the dollar menu I feed off the dollar menu I gotta get a fuckin' job, dawg Listen to this voicemail my mama left me talkin' crazy Vaughn, this boy needs his money You don't have 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 borrowed money from a 17 years old He needs his motherfuckin' money First of all, you had your goddamn business goin' to get my motherfuckin' child Bitch, take care of that bitch baby over there Or that bitch baby, okay? Don't fuck with my kids, I didn't ask you to go pick him And leave him with his motherfuckin' daddy You ain'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