Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Ray Vaughn
Voces
Alex Mendoza
Voces de fondo
DWY
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Alex Mendoza
Autoría
Ricky Surum
Autoría
Andrew Smellie
Autoría
Rayvon Welch
Autoría
Altariq Crapps
Autoría
Devon Clayton
Autoría
Vincent Dean Verdi
Autoría
Steven Richard Ayala
Autoría
Jackson Paul LoMastro
Autoría
Paimon Jahanbin
Autoría
Nima Jahanbin
Autoría
Ferdinand Krumpholz
Autoría
Roberto Daniel Castillo
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Alex Mendoza
Producción
Tariq
Producción
OhGodDC!
Producción
Vinnyforgood
Producción
Playoffs
Producción
Taka
Producción
Wallis Lane
Producción
Ricky Surum
Ingeniería de grabación
Markeith "Meco" Nelson
Asistente de ingeniería
Andrew Boyd
Ingeniería de mezcla
Nicolas De Porcel
Masterización
Demetrius Lewis II
Asistente de ingeniería de masterización
Anthony Tiffith
Producción ejecutiva
Jackson Paul LoMastro
Producción adicional
Yalabear
Producción
Letra
[Intro]
Sleep for dinner
Hungry nights
Dollar menu saved my life
Blessings exist
Oh, must be nice
Dollar menu saved my life
[Intro]
Ah shit, here go this ****
Aye, aye, ****, what's up bruh? What you want today?
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Do you want it? 'Cause I'll give it to you
Just like that, motherfucka!
[Verse 4]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Barry Bonds
Don't I do my look, erry time?
Pop out, got him shook, erry time
**** 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 7]
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
****, I'm me, you, you, you hate it
[Verse 8]
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
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Alex Mendoza, Altariq Crapps, Andrew Smellie, Devon Clayton, Ferdinand Krumpholz, Jackson Paul LoMastro, Lonnie Liston Smith, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Rayvon Welch, Ricky Surum, Roberto Daniel Castillo, Roderick Turner Surum, Steven Richard Ayala, Vincent Dean Verdi

