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ray vaughn - dollar menu lyrics

intro
sleep for dinner
hungry nights
dollar menu saved my life
blessings exist
oh, must be nice
dollar menu saved my life
ah sh_t, here go this n_gga
ay, ay, n_gga, what′s up, bro? what you want today?
verse
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 h_ll’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 b_st_rd
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
bridge
do you want it? ′cause i′ll give it to you
just like that, motherf_cker
intro
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
chorus
standin’ on couches ′cause i’m tryna f_ck that b_tch, 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, bl!cky, i got it with me (bl!ck)
y′all be in dms beggin’ these hos i feed off the dollar menu
verse
big forehead, b_tch, 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)
n_ggas always cry wolf, erry time (erry time)
put money on books, erry time (erry time)
and it’s like that, gotta go out but n_gga look twice at (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 tryna f_ck that b_tch, 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, bl!cky, i got it with me, yeah
y′all be in dms beggin’ these hos i feed off the dollar menu, yeah
verse
it′s big bag junior, mr. pot scr_per, i’m the lord’s favorite
throw a lot of money, do a lot of saving
don′t tell that b_tch, 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)
n_gga, i’m me, you, you, you hate it
look, vaughn got a roster
might catch a bougie b_tch 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 f_ck with scrubs ′cause she want that body that she get from doctors (dr. miami)
come f_ck with a whoppa, come f_ck with a whoppa
chorus
i’m standin′ on couches ’cause i′m tryna f_ck that b_tch, 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, bl!cky, i got it with me, yeah
y’all be in dms beggin’ these hos i feed off the dollar menu
outro
i feed off the dollar menu
i feed off the dollar menu
i gotta get a f_ckin′ 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 motherf_ckin′ month
you can run your ho games on everybody else, b_tch
you talk that sh_t about gettin’ my sh_t together
and here your grown_ass borrowed money from a 17 years old
he needs his motherf_ckin′ money
first of all, you had your godd_mn business goin’ to get my motherf_ckin′ child
b_tch, take care of that b_tch baby over there
or that b_tch baby, okay?
don’t f_ck with my kids, i didn’t ask you to go pick him
and leave him with his motherf_ckin′ daddy
you ain′t confirm a godd_mn thing with me
stay the f_ck out of my kid’s business
quit goin′ to get motherf_ckers, you irresponsible b_tch
pay this boy his motherf_ckin’ money
′fore i air your sh_t out

- ray vaughn

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