Artist: Childish Gambino Album: Eat Your Vegetables (S) Song: Eat Your Vegetables * Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash * samples from the underwater levels of Donkey Kong Country [Intro: repeat 4X] D-Money [Childish Gambino] D-Money hoe, 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 and 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-D's around me DeKalb County, where you at? If you with me, holla back A-T-L done got 'em here Bankhead Row turned Hallowell Percocet for my kinfolk My girl look like Miss Info Y'all been slow, I been told Y'all Kinkos {copy hoe} 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 somethin, for ya Killin bars, I'm a, lawyer Baby drinking Goya, girl put your shades on Man I die for my hood (Trayvon!) [Chorus: repeat 4X] D-Money, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em... [Childish Gambino] He talk shit, he better not Rap game, my wet spot I fucked y'all, you fucked up like white girls with dreadlocks So dred 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 with 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 Like when, 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 you start laughin 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 hoe with me Driving around and I run the whole city Everybody know she got tig ol' bitties But nobody cares it's 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 (fly as fuck) [Chorus] [Childish Gambino] Fuck y'all, I come hard like Spongebob, my friends stars like Friendster, nobody gon' 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 cummin" 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 Mine... we just ate feaucoup(?) burger [Chorus]