Big Sean – Mula (Remix) Lyrics

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[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 niggas that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me
Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me

(Finally famous nigga)

[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 fucking around
Me and my niggas we come in your town
Busting them bottles and fucking your bitches
And when they start hating we gunning them down

Don't fuck 'em around, boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad bitch 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 shit so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR!


[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking
Yo fuck federale, I smoke medicali
B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion
Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work
I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
Fuck 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
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that’s cause the power’s out
And not for no romance and shit (No!)
From barely managing to mansions
Where ho’s call me Mr. Anderson
Command a bitch, no I don’t own the pussy 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 bitches 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 nigga shit
Came in this motherfucker by myself
Smoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AH
My gold on, I'm the bomb, I'm talking goldmine
Nigga's taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline
And I touchdown, goal line, y'all ain't killing shit
*Brrrraatttt* Shoot every nigga 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 pussy til' it's all gone, uh
And I still ain't ever been robbed, so nigga don't try me
Two niggas with guns, snatch yo' wallet
That's pickpocket, want my I.D
And I spaz on em'

Treat niggas like strippers and put cash on em'
Got a new chopper and that bitch 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 fuck,
cause' God blesses fools and babies
When I was fifteen I was felon
When you were fifteen you were yelling
Mama come get this nigga off my fucking 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)
Nigga hula-hoop with the mula

Everyday that I wake I say grace
Hallelujah welcome back like Mase
Bitches only fuck niggas with the cream
A nigga this fresh ain't never gon' date
Ay, they say we can't maintain
Only real niggas remain
'Ye say that we the new slaves
I need to ball with a chain

I got a real bad bitch 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 nigga thats a blessing
I'm a bad mothafucker just tryna get some credit
So good it can get me into heaven, nigga

[Hook x2]

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