Fork

Mama Mama (What What ) You get that money out my pants last night Nah I didn't get no money out your pants And quit yelling at me Ain't nobody hollerin' 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 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 Siegel I am 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 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 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 I'm ballin' like Mr Clean I gotta keep my kitchen clean God bless me like I'm finna sneeze Got to 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 ****ing 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 a** with the eyepatch I got bad bitches on my side I done ****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 mother****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 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 So much money on me it won't even fold So much money on me it won't even fold