Eat Your Vegetables Lyrics - Childish Gambino

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 

I been said 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 

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 

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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 Casey 

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 fashion and sin 

For some matching 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 

Photos 

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 

I kiss her neck and she love it 

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

And 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