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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 lyrics

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