Busta Rhymes - Cash Money / Young Mula lyrics

[Intro:] Yo, yo, yo, yo... Young Mula [Hook: Big Sean] Ain't nothin' more important than the mula Ain't nothin' more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Every time I talk I got these n***as sayin' "damn, he nice" "Oh sh**! Can't believe it! Motherf**! Jesus Christ!" So many blocks of diamonds shinin' on me like a big piece of ice Cook that coke up for the hood like a n***a got a pot full of peas and rice Yeah... You see we off to the future I don't mingle with broke n***as 'cause I don't talk to losers Okay – yeah, I know – you n***as heard them rumors It's official (Conglomerate) Cash Money, Young Mula Pop a bottle, pour liquor on the floor Pop a molly, then I f** a couple hoes Pop a band, see all this money on my soul And I will pop you band in case a n***a didn't know Ain't nothin' more important than the mula See how I swag on a b**h like it's nothin', dippity doo da! [Hook] [Verse 2: Reek Da Villain] Nothin' more important than the mula All the Spanish b**hes call me Papi Chula Stay on deck, I always got the Ruger Face shot make 'em look like Freddy Kruger Mercy – please lord, show me mercy I was faded off the molly when I f**ed that b**h raw Please let her not have herpes 'Cause I swear if a b**h ever burn me I'm a shoot a hoe down like Worthy These n***as walk around with they mouth Pants on some 300 sh** lookin' like Xerxes Real Gs over here, that trill sh** You girl asked me, did I use a steel dick? Naw hoe – that's that third leg 9 flow I be on that pimp sh** like Chicago And a n***a flip cane like Pablo And y'all n***as look like 5-0 Askin' 'bout all my slimes, yo 'Cause we booked a team, but homie for the green We put nines on n***as like Rondo 'Glomerate, YMC, yo, bombin' sh** Big Bs to the Billy Bada** n***as that be on that Tony Montana sh** [Hook] [Verse 3: J-Doe] Ain't nothin' more important than the dollar bill I'm goin' hard and I go harder once I got a 'mil This white girl just popped a pill and told me "cop a feel" Okay, this road to riches, come with a lot thrills! My flow is cold, b**h, I just caught a chill I mean my flow is hot like it's on the grill You m'f**as better know the drill A lot of n***as rappin', but none of them is real Shows, clothes, dough, yeah, I get all the above The DJ spinnin' all my sh** when I walk in the club A thousand beehives, I got a bigger buzz Yeah, I'm addicted to the mula, I can't get enough! [Hook] [Outro: 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?