"DOLLAR menu" lyrics
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
Aye, aye, nigga, what's up bruh? 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 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
Do you want it? 'Cause I'll give it to you
Just like that, motherfucka!
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
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
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
Barry bonds
Don't I do my look, erry time?
Pop out, got him shook, erry time
Niggas 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
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
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
Nigga, I'm me, you, you, you hate it
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
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
Hungry nights
Dollar menu saved my life
Blessings exist
Oh, must be nice
Dollar menu saved my life
Ah shit, here go this nigga
Aye, aye, nigga, what's up bruh? 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 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
Do you want it? 'Cause I'll give it to you
Just like that, motherfucka!
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
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
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
Barry bonds
Don't I do my look, erry time?
Pop out, got him shook, erry time
Niggas 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
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
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
Nigga, I'm me, you, you, you hate it
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
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
