Big Sean - Mula (Remix) lyrics

[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 sponsored links [?] 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] [?] [Hook x2]