Dalima - Meal Ticket lyrics

[Intro: Dalima] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha You broke ma'f**ers ain't lookin for sh** n***a Ya' mean? You know where I'm at, young Dalima Let's get em [Chorus: Dalima] Lookin' for a meal ticket You don't like me? Deal with it I'm lookin' for a meal ticket You don't like me? Deal with it Lookin-lookin' for a meal ticket You don't like me? Deal with it I'm lookin' for a meal ticket You don't like me? Deal with it Lookin' for a meal ticket You don't like me? Deal with it I'm lookin' for a meal ticket You don't like me? Deal with it Lookin-lookin' for a meal ticket You don't like me? Deal with it I'm lookin' for a meal ticket You don't like me? Deal with it [Verse 1: Dalima] Yo, 'Lima started off, wrecked the whole scene Diamonds on my neck, diamond cut teeth Fresh in the club, you know what I mean Airharty hoodie, Airharty jeans (???) You can look into the eyes of a real hustla, choppin up the whole metaphors And for the city on a map, every n***a that blap, until your head's pourin' For the n***as on the 1st to the 3rd street, 8 block to the 10 to the 13 Like (???) n***as at a work meet, on a block with the pop for the dirt cheap Ya'll n***as ain't ready for the lyrically historical mob figure (still in progress)