Young Chop - Mula (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Big Sean] After God, after my family, I ain't gon' front Ain't nothing more important than this success, than getting it [Bridge: Big Sean] Where my real n***as that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me Where my real n***as that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me (Finally famous n***a) [Hook: Big Sean] Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah 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 down Don't f** 'em 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 charger You put your rims on and you think that you're balling I'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even call 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 Louis Vuitton 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 no 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 still say she proud, that's mula [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] I'm winning, I don't owe nann 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, goal line, y'all ain't k**ing sh** *Brrrraatttt* Shoot every n***a in your clique I'm on one, let me jog your memory Me and Nells on the 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, snatch yo' wallet That's pickpocket, want my I.D And I spaz on em' Treat n***as like strippers and put cash on em' Got a new chopper and that b**h still got a tag on it If you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainless So I'm about to be, dumb as f**, cause' God blesses fools in badges When I was fifteen I was felon When you were fifteen you were yelling Mama come get this n***a off my f**ing melon, DAMN IT! [Hook] [Verse 4: Earlly Mac] Scared money never gon' make nothin', (thats right) Gotta get it my medula Couple dollars in the waist band, (thats right) n***a hula-hoop with the mula Everyday that I wake I say grace Hallelujah welcome back like Mase b**hes only f** n***as with the cream A n***a this fresh ain't never gon' date Ay, they say we can't maintain Only real n***as remain 'Ye say that we the new slaves I need to ball with a chain I got a real bad b**h I haven't seen her in a month With some twins so big she can put em' in a bunk Ooh I love it when she drop it and spread it like When I see the camel all I wanna do is hump Okay the Hall of Fame keep callin' my name Got a mural on the wall I'mma legend Okay, I'm from the motor city and been have drive I just need a little gas in my engine Okay, we all in the game and we ballin' the same but Home team n***a thats a blessing I'm a bad mothaf**er just tryna get some credit So good it can get me into heaven, n***a [Hook x2]