Lyrics
I wake up feelin' hungie, but I can't decide
Between Doritos Locos Tacos or a Big Mac and fries
I guess I'm just buyin' both, boutta snack it all up
Still 12 dollars in my wallet, Doctor Pepper in my cup
So I pull up to the strip mall see a Five Below
Lookin' in my wallet like, here we go
Grab a box of crackers, 2 packs of gum, some borax
But oh shit, I never accounted for sales tax
Now I'm standin' lookin' stupid, I'm holdin' up the line
Say I'm sorry to the cashier, take the crackers off it's fine
Anxiety raising, this isn't the vibe, aww shucks
I just wanted to see what I could get for five bucks.
[choir singing]
[chorus]
We out here- we- we- we out here buyin' snacks yeah
Bring on the- the- the- bring on the heart attacks yeah
We out here- we- we- we out here buyin' snacks yeah
Bring on the- the- the- bring on the heart attacks yeah
My pockets ain't rich, but my cravings on fire
Jugglin' coins, for my snack desires
Opt for the ramen, it's cheap and it's quick
But the candy aisle's callin', oh man, what to pick?
[Verse 2]
Pocket calculator, do the math on the run
Feels like a heist, stackin' treats weighing a ton
Mickey Nimaj, spittin’ bars, lightning fast
Countin' change for my munchies, hope my funds gonna last
[Choir singing]
[Chorus]
We out here- we- we- we out here buyin' snacks yeah
Countin' dimes- dimes- dimes, never relax yeah
At the counter with a dollar and a dream, oh snap
Penny pinchin', wonderin' if I can cop that Kit-Kat
Mickey Nimaj on the beat, gotta make it stack
Late night cravings, even though my wallet's lookin' flat
Add a soda to the mix, feel that sugar rush
Calculatin' quarters, while my face starts to blush
Shelves of temptation, every choice seems tough
When you ballin' on a budget, every cent feels rough
[Choir singing]
[Chorus]
We out here- we- we- we out here countin' pennies, yeah
Tryna feast- feast- feast like we got them Benjis, yeah
My stomach's growlin', up and down the aisles I zig-zag
Cravin' Kit-Kats, Tic-Tacs, might just need a big bag
Mickey Nimaj in the mix, my flow is like a race track
Droppin' bars like Oreo crumbs, better face that
Uh, scrappin' together change, put it in a stack
Big dreams, thin wallet, no room for slack
I got my eyes on the prize, those Doritos Locos Tacos
I'll settle for a bargain bin, forget about the nachos
[Verse 3]
Rhythms bangin' like the coins in my pocket, I got flows
Just tryna cop some Oreos without the expense woes
