Fork歌词
作词 : Williams, Michael Len / Slaughter, Pierre Ramon
作曲 : Williams, Michael Len / Slaughter, Pierre Ramon
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 **** 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
****** 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 ba*****t
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
作曲 : Williams, Michael Len / Slaughter, Pierre Ramon
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 **** 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
****** 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 ba*****t
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
