[Bridge: Big Sean]
Where my real n***as that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me
Where my real n***as that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me
[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
I'm with my shooter and a preacher hallelujah
When they view ya f**ing around
Me and my n***as we come in your town
Busting them bottles and f**ing your b**hes
And when they start hating we gunning them n***as
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[?] f**ing around, boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad b**h from far away
Let her ride this dick cause I had a hard day
And my dick even harder, you whippin' the charges
You put your rims on and you think that you're balling
I'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even [?] it
And my sh** so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I get paid to the decimal,taxing plus stacking
Yo f** federale, I smoke medicali
B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion
b**h f** with me, I bet I make it work
I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
f** with me get a room for daisies on the dirt
I prefer Brown liquor, Brown ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform.
n***a I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that’s cause the power’s out
And not for romance and sh** (No!)
From barely managing to mansions
Where ho’s call me Mr. Anderson
Command a b**h, no I don’t own the p**y I just sample it
I got a couple marbles missing I know
Now there’s marbles all on the floor
On the bathroom, kitchen and stove
I got b**hes on my cellular callin and confessing
But I don’t reply cause thats the clearest way to send a message
Paper running through my jugular
I’m blowing loud, throwing thous, getting drunk
You know my style
And my momma say she still proud, that’s mula
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
(2 CHAINZ)
I'm winning, I don't owe a n***a sh**
Came in this motherf**er by myself
Smoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AH
My gold on, I'm the bomb,I'm talking goldmine
n***a's taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline
And I touchdown, goalline, y'all ain't, k**ing, sh**
Shoot every n***a in your clique,I'm on one, let me jog your memory
Me and Nells on a milerun, uh, shawty gonna need her drawers done
Eat her p**y til' it's all gone, uh
And I still ain't ever been robbed, so n***a don't try me
Two n***as with guns, natural wallet
That pickpocket want my I.D and I spray your zone
Treat n***as like strippers and put cash on em'
Got a new chomp, I need that b**h that want a tag on
If you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
So I'm about to be, dumb as f**, cause' I got blessed fools and babies
[?]
Mama come get this n***a off my f**ing melon
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Earlly Mac]
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[Hook x2]