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Turkish

Lyrics of Fork by 2 Chainz

intro

Mama, mama!
(Wha, What!)
You get that money out my pants last night?
(Boy! Naw I ain't get no money out yo pants)
(And quit yellin' at me!!)
Ain't nobody hollin' at you!

pre-chorus

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

chorus

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

verse

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 Sigel
Ridin' on a jet, headin' to that Costa
Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa

verse

If I die tonight, you gon' see some flexin' ghostas
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

chorus

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

chorus

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

verse

2 Chainz!
I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean
I gotta keep my kitchen clean
God bless me like I'm finna sneeze
Doctor weigh me on a triple beam
D-boy in parenthesis
All gold in my amenities
2 Chainz, two pinky rings
My trigger finger's like a lemon squeeze (Baow!)

verse

Climax! Make your main hoe 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

verse

Got a pole in my basement
Tipped your girl like Maliah now
Ridin' on these motherfucka's until they blow my tires out, uh

verse

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!

chorus

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

outro

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
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Pierre Ramon Slaughter, Michael Williams

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