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♫ Ray Vaughn - DOLLAR menu ▪️ Discover similar songs on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3h2h85P ▪️Stream/Download: https://rayvaughn.lnk.to/dollarmenu ◼️ Support Solitude: Instagram: / solitude.songs Facebook: / solitude.songs Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3hwoxfE ◼️ Connect with Ray Vaughn: / ray.vaughn https://x.com/rayvaughn ◼️Lyrics: [Intro] 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 Ayy, ayy, nigga, 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 [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) Niggas always cry wolf, erry time (Erry time) Put money on books, erry time (Erry time) And it's like that, gotta go out but nigga 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) Nigga, 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 [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 don'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 Don't fuck with my kids, I didn't ask you to go pick him You ain't confirm a god damn thing with me Stay the fuck out of my kids business Quit goin' to get motherfucker, you irresponsible bitch Pay this boy his motherfuckin' 'Fore I air your shit out #RayVaughn #DOLLARmenu #Lyrics #SolitudeSongs #HipHop #Rap #Rnb dollar menu,dollar menu lyrics,dollar menu ray vaughn,dollar menu ray vaughn lyrics,lyrics,lyrics dollar menu,lyrics dollar menu ray vaughn,lyrics ray vaughn,lyrics ray vaughn dollar menu,ray vaughn,ray vaughn dollar menu,ray vaughn dollar menu lyrics,ray vaughn lyrics,ray vaughn full song,ray vaughn track,dollar menu official,dollar menu full song,ray vaughn - dollar menu,dollar menu lyrics,ray vaughn - dollar menu,ray vaughn - dollar menu (lyrics) Contact for submissions, business inquiries, copyright issues, etc. [email protected]