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 n**** 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 b****es 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

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 a** with the eyepatch

I got bad b****es 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 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