Eat Your Vegetables (Cavalier Remix)

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

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 ******, bring her home like a veteran
Make her waffles, with pecans
Im eating, one free hand
Been saying that we roll with the illest
Like roaches in the kitchen
Go and watch a ****** kill it
Im a P-I-M-P, why we spelling
Cause theres 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
Yall been slow, I been told
Yall Kinkos, copy ho
No I aint drunk, I just text badly
Running through paper like a pep rally
When Im in your city better get rowdy
I spit Downy, no ** ****t bout me
Stone Mountain Georgia, got something for ya
Killing bars, Im 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 ******t, he better not
Rap game, my wet spot
I ** **** yall, you ****** 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 ****** my money at
Inthe hood like Im 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 dont know French, thats 'ma faute'
Never not funny like fat jokes

(Like when someone is like, 'what happened to Chris?'
And you turn around and
Theres a fat guy that kind of looks like Chris
And you like, 'oh ******t' and you start laughing and ******t)
And Im back in this **** **
And Im black and Im rich
And Im ca******ng 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 its J. Cole/Diggy
Jordan Diddy on my stereo
High on shrooms like Mario
Salvia, shamanic drugs
****** my life, they on to us
Im fly as ******

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

****** yall, 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 cant take, royalty
On my ******t, on my ******
I cant wait
Toe to toe, I bang ******t
Homophobes on gay ******t
You dont know the hoes I hang with
My bungalows like Vegas
Had a couple million but I put them in her stomach
She like, 'Oh my God, Im coming'
I kiss her neck and she love it
Yeah we got a safe word, but we never use it
Man, Im hiding all these bruises in a ******rt I got from Houston
Got her using the acoustics
In my cruisers new Isuzu
And who knew Id be on Hulu with two dudes I used to Google
Im frugal with time, every girls a dime
When your bank accounts mine

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