Fork

Mama

Mom!

(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 hollering 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

Hit it with the fork

Rap don't work, records ain't being 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

Hundred K 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 ****, Siegel

I am riding on a jet, heading 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 being 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 balling 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 (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

Your 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

Riding on these muthafucka'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 being 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