Lyrics Fork - Mike WiLL Made It, 2 Chainz

Fork

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: hit it with the fork
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 Segel
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 boomin'
I’m ballin' like Mr. Clean
I gotta keep my kitchen clean
God bless me like I’m finna sneeze
Doctor weighed me on a triple beam
D-boy in parenthesis
All gold in my amenteties
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 motherfuckers 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!