2 Chainz - Fork lyrics

Mama, mama! (Wha, What!) You get that money out my pants last night? (Boy! Naw I ain't get no money out yo pants! And quit yellin' at me!!) Ain't nobody hollin' at you! I had a dream that rap wouldn't work Woke up on the block, had to hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold I got Medusa on my sneakers My dick up like "nice to meet ya" 100K for a feature, hundred K's at my leisure Then we aim at your people I be higher than a eagle When I'm sipping on that codeine Free my n***a Sigel Ridin' on a jet, headin' to that Costa Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa If I die tonight, you gon' see some flicks in Ghosta I'm the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota And I'm running up that check, show you how I do it I drink red b**hes, I don't drink Red Bulls Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some I'm all that and then some, my trap house is my income I had a dream that rap wouldn't work Woke up on the block, had to hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean I gotta keep my kitchen clean God bless me like I'm finna sneeze Doctor weigh me on a triple beam D-boy in parenthesis All gold in my Mr. T's 2 Chainz, two pinky rings My trigger finger's like a lemon squeeze (Baow!) Climax! Make your main ho my side-chick I'm so high, your who*e get hijacked And my vision is Pyrex I do it big like a 5X k**ed they a** with the eyepatch I got bad b**hes on my side I done f**ed around and got sidetracked My first night, I spent five stacks Next night I forgot to count I'm so hot; who gon' put the fire out? I'm the fireman, I put fire out Got a pole in my basement Tipped your girl like Malaya now Ridin' on these motherf**a's until they blow my tires out My wrist deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, wrist?" My stove deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, stove?" All this j**elry on then I'm out cold So much money on me, it won't even fold! I had a dream that rap wouldn't work Woke up on the block, had to hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold