Eat Your Vegetables

D-Money ho

All we do is tell them so

Why we look professional

And you look like a talent show

All we do is bank, royalty forever

Find a bad bitch, bring her home like a veteran

Make her waffles, with pecans

I'm eating, one free hand

Been saying that we roll with the illest

Like roaches in the kitchen, go and watch a nigga kill it

I'm a P-I-M-P, why we spelling

Cause there's K-I-Ds around me

DeKalb County, where you at

If you with me, holla back

ATL done got them here

Bankhead Row turned Hollowell

Percocet for my kinfolk

My girl look like Miss Info

Y'all been slow, I been told

Y'all Kinkos, copy ho

No I ain't drunk, I just text badly

Running through paper like a pep rally

When I'm in your city better get rowdy

I spit Downy, no shit 'bout me

Stone Mountain Georgia, got something for ya

Killing bars, I'm a lawyer

Baby drinking Goya, girl put your shades on

Man I die for my hood, (Trayvon!)

D-Money, get em, get em, get em

D-Money, get em, get em, get em

D-Money, get em, get em, get em

D-Money, get em, get em, get em

He talk shit, he better not

Rap game, my wet spot

I fucked y'all, you fucked up

Like white girls with dreadlocks

So dread not, I rowboat

These hoes know, no photos

My girl ball like Lobo

Then she blow my K-Ci

And Jojos, where the fuck my money at

In the hood like I'm fixing a Pontiac

On deck with a gang of black Kennedies

Eight goons and they all got felonies

Still getting money like white folks

Still got quotes like Geico

I don't know French, that's "ma faute"

Never not funny like fat jokes

(Like when someone is like, "what happened to Chris?"

And you turn around and there's a fat guy

That kind of looks like Chris

And you like, "oh shit" and laughing and shit)

And I'm back in this bitch

And I'm black and I'm rich

And I'm cashing it in for some passion and sin

For some action with them, yeah

Got a stank ho with me

Driving around and I run the whole city

Everybody know she got tig ol' bitties

But nobody cares like it's J-Cole/Diggy

Jordon Diddy on my stereo

High on shrooms like Mario

Salvia, shamanic drugs

Fuck my life, they on to us

I'm fly as fuck

Fuck y'all, I come hard

Like Spongebob, my friends stars

Like Friendster, nobody going to remember you

Whack dudes, they like you

But only for a day or two

They hated you

From now on, like D-Money

Like faze on, I hate on that

Lame song they play on, that play on

I can't take, royalty

On my shit, on my dick

I can't wait

Toe to toe, I bang shit

Homophobes on gay shit

You don't know the hoes I hang with

My bungalow's like Vegas

Had a couple million but I put them in her stomach

She like, "Oh my God, I'm coming"

I kiss her neck and she love it

Yeah we got a safe word, but we never use it

Man, I'm hiding all these bruises in a shirt I got from Houston

Got her using the acoustics

In my cruiser's new Isuzu

And who knew I'd be on Hulu with two dudes I used to Google

I'm frugal with time, every girl's a dime

When your bank account's mine