fork(2 Chainz演唱歌曲)

Fork - 2 Chainz

（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

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

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

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

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