Fork Lyrics - B.o.a.t.s. 2# Metime - 2 Chainz

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 

I 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 

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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 nigga 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 flexin' ghostas 

I'm the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota 

Man I'm running up that check, show you how I do it 

I drink red bitches, 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 

And it's booming 

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I had a dream, rap wouldn't work 

Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork 

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork 

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 

2 Chainz! 

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 amenities 

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 whore get hijacked 

And my vision is Pyrex 

I do it big like a 5X 

Killed they ass with the eyepatch 

I got bad bitches on my side 

I done fucked 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 Maliah now 

Ridin' on these motherfucka's until they blow my tires out, uh 

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 jewelry on then I'm out cold 

So much money on me, it won't even fold! 

I had a dream, rap wouldn't work 

Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork 

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork 

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