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Album: B.O.A.T.S II: Me Time (2013)
  • 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 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 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 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 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 (2 Chainz!) 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 (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 Malaya now
    Ridin' on these motherfucka'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 Writer/s: MICHAEL WILLIAMS, PIERRE RAMON SLAUGHTER, TAUHEED EPPS
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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