Big Sean - Mula Remix (feat. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Earlly Mac) Lyrics
[Bridge: Big Sean]Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for meWhere my fine freaks that's gon' ride for meWhere my real niggas that's gon' ride for meWhere my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me[Hook: Big Sean]Ain't nothing more important than the mulaAin't nothing more important than the mulaHallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Ain't nothing more important than the mulaI'm with my shooter and a preacher hallelujahWhen they view ya *****ing aroundMe and my niggas we come in your townBusting them bottles and *****ing your *****esAnd when they start hating we gunning them niggas*****ing around, boy I get money all dayAnd I ball hard like Tim HardawayI can see a bad ***** from far awayLet her ride this dick cause I had a hard dayAnd my dick even harder, you whippin' the chargesYou put your rims on and you think that you're ballingI'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even [?] itAnd my shit so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR![Hook][Verse 2: Big Sean]I get paid to the decimal,taxing plus stackingYo ***** federale, I smoke medicaliB-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion***** ***** with me, I bet I make it workI oopsy-daisys on a skirt***** with me get a room for daisies on the dirtI prefer Brown liquor, Brown ladies, Brown Louis VuittonCondom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform.Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwichesBy candle lit, and that’s cause the power’s outAnd not for romance and shit (No!)From barely managing to mansionsWhere ho’s call me Mr. AndersonCommand a *****, no I don’t own the ***** I just sample itI got a couple marbles missing I knowNow there’s marbles all on the floorOn the bathroom, kitchen and stoveI got *****es on my cellular callin and confessingBut I don’t reply cause thats the clearest way to send a messagePaper running through my jugularI’m blowing loud, throwing thous, getting drunkYou know my styleAnd my momma say she still proud, that’s mula[Hook][Verse 3: 2 Chainz](2 CHAINZ)I'm winning, I don't owe a nigga shitCame in this mother*****er by myselfSmoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AHMy gold on, I'm the bomb,I'm talking goldmineNigga's taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homelineAnd I touchdown, goalline, y'all ain't, killing, shitShoot every nigga in your clique,I'm on one, let me jog your memoryMe and Nells on a milerun, uh, shawty gonna need her drawers doneEat her ***** til' it's all gone, uhAnd I still ain't ever been robbed, so nigga don't try meTwo niggas with guns, natural walletThat pickpocket want my I.D and I spray your zoneTreat niggas like strippers and put cash on em'Got a new chomp, I need that ***** that want a tag onIf you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainlessSo I'm about to be, dumb as *****, cause' I got blessed fools and babies????????Mama come get this nigga off my *****ing melon[Hook][Verse 4: Earlly Mac][Hook x2]
