Part I

[Intro: DWY]
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 n***a
Ayy, ayy, n***a, what's up?
Bro, what you want today?

[Verse]
Dollar menu saved my life
Baby, everything gon' be aight
Ten piece, but my mama didn't eat that night
Promise, I'ma keep it ninety-nine 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 doin' my own thing
But mama I'm hungry (Hungry)
'Cause last night I had sleep for dinner
And my consciousness еats way more than me
From the womеn I hurt, from the people I leave, from the fires I feed
Find a job on Indeed 'cause last 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
[Interlude]
Do you want it? 'Cause I'll give it to you
Just like that, motherfucker

Part II

[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 I want)
Yeah (Do what you want)
Yeah (Do what I want)

[Chorus]
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 (Woo)
Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me (Blick)
Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu

[Verse 1]
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)
N***as 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***a 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 fuck that bitch, bring the bottles to me (Bring me them bottles)
Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu, yeah (Woo)
Started off broke, now I got that munyun, blicky, I got it with me, yeah
Y'all be in DMs beggin' these hoes I feed off the dollar menu, yeah

[Verse 2]
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)
N***a, 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

[Chorus]
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 hoes 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 hoes I feed off the dollar menu
[Outro]
I feed off the dollar menu
I feed off the dollar menu

[Interlude]
I gotta get a fuckin' job, dawg
Listen to this voicemail my mama left me talkin' crazy
Vaughn, this boy needs his money
You didn’t have his money for a whole motherfuckin' month
You can run your hoe games on everybody else, bitch
You talk that shit about gettin' my shit together
And here your grown ass borrowed money from a seventeen years old
He needs his motherfuckin' money
First of all, you had your god damn business goin' to get my motherfuckin' child
Bitch, take care of that bitch baby over there
And worry 'bout that bitch baby, kay?
Don't fuck with my kids, I didn't ask you to go get him
And neither did his motherfuckin' daddy
You ain't confirm a god damn thing with me
Stay the fuck out of my kids business
Quit goin' to get motherfuckers, you irresponsible bitch
Pay this boy his motherfuckin'
'Fore I air your shit out