เนื้อเพลง Mula - Big Sean

[Bridge: Big Sean]
Where my real n*ggas that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me
Where my real n*ggas 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*cking around
Me and my n*ggas we come in your town
Busting them bottles and f*cking your b*tches
And when they start hating we gunning them n*ggas
[?] f*cking around, boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad b*tch from far away
Let her ride this d*ck cause I had a hard day
And my d*ck 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*t so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I get paid to the decimal,taxing plus stacking
Yo f*ck federale, I smoke medicali
B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion
B*tch f*ck with me, I bet I make it work
I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
F*ck 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*gga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's cause the power's out
And not for romance and sh*t (No!)
From barely managing to mansions
Where ho's call me Mr. Anderson
Command a b*tch, no I don't own the p*ssy 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*tches 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*gga sh*t
Came in this motherf*cker by myself
Smoking on strong, and holding on my d*ck like AH
My gold on, I'm the bomb,I'm talking goldmine
N*gga's taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline
And I touchdown, goalline, y'all ain't, killing, sh*t
Shoot every n*gga 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*ssy til' it's all gone, uh
And I still ain't ever been robbed, so n*gga don't try me
Two n*ggas with guns, natural wallet
That pickpocket want my I.D and I spray your zone
Treat n*ggas like strippers and put cash on em'
Got a new chomp, I need that b*tch 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*ck, cause' I got blessed fools and babies

Mama come get this n*gga off my f*cking melon