Childish Gambino - Eat Your Vegetables lyrics
Childish Gambino [Donald McKinley Glover Jr.] Edwards, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Childish Gambino - Eat Your Vegetables lyrics]
D-Money, D-Money, D-Money, D-Money
D-Money ho all we do is tell 'em so
Why we look professional
And you look like a talent show
All we do is bank, royalty forever and
Find a bad bitch
Bring her home like a veteran
Make her waffles, with pecans
I'm eatin' one free hand
Been sayin' that we roll with the illest
Like roaches in the kitchen
Go and watch a nigga kill it
I'm a P-IM-P, why we spelling
'Cause there's K-IDs around me
DeKalb County, where you at
If you wit' 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
Runnin' through paper like a pep rally
When I'm in your city, better get rowdy
I spit Downy, know shit 'bout me
Stone Mountain Georgia got somethin' for ya
Killin' bars, I'm a lawyer
Baby drinking Goya, girl, put your shades on
Man, I die for my hood
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em
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 fixin' a Pontiac
On deck wit' a gang of black Kennedies
Eight goons and they all got felonies
Still gettin' money like white folks
Still got quotes like Geico
I don't know French, that's "ma faute"
Never not funny like fat jokes
And I'm back in this bitch
And I'm black and I'm rich
And I'm cashin' it in for
Some passion and sin
For some action with them, yeah
Got a stank ho wit' me
Drivin' around and I run the whole city
Everybody know she got tig ol' bitties
But nobody cares like it's J cole, Diggy
Jordan Diddy on my stereo
High on shrooms like Mario
Salvia, shamanic drugs
Fuck my life they on to us i'm fly as fuck
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get' em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get' em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get' em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get' em
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 Faison, 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 hidin' all these bruises
In a shirt I got from Houston
Got her usin' 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
D-Money ho all we do is tell 'em so
Why we look professional
And you look like a talent show
All we do is bank, royalty forever and
Find a bad bitch
Bring her home like a veteran
Make her waffles, with pecans
I'm eatin' one free hand
Been sayin' that we roll with the illest
Like roaches in the kitchen
Go and watch a nigga kill it
I'm a P-IM-P, why we spelling
'Cause there's K-IDs around me
DeKalb County, where you at
If you wit' 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
Runnin' through paper like a pep rally
When I'm in your city, better get rowdy
I spit Downy, know shit 'bout me
Stone Mountain Georgia got somethin' for ya
Killin' bars, I'm a lawyer
Baby drinking Goya, girl, put your shades on
Man, I die for my hood
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get' em
(D-Money) Get 'em, get 'em
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 fixin' a Pontiac
On deck wit' a gang of black Kennedies
Eight goons and they all got felonies
Still gettin' money like white folks
Still got quotes like Geico
I don't know French, that's "ma faute"
Never not funny like fat jokes
And I'm back in this bitch
And I'm black and I'm rich
And I'm cashin' it in for
Some passion and sin
For some action with them, yeah
Got a stank ho wit' me
Drivin' around and I run the whole city
Everybody know she got tig ol' bitties
But nobody cares like it's J cole, Diggy
Jordan Diddy on my stereo
High on shrooms like Mario
Salvia, shamanic drugs
Fuck my life they on to us i'm fly as fuck
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get' em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get' em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get' em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get' em
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 Faison, 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 hidin' all these bruises
In a shirt I got from Houston
Got her usin' 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