Cash Money / Young Mula lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Young Mula
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
Every time I talk I got these n*ggas sayin' "damn, he nice"
"Oh sh*t! Can't believe it! Motherf*ck! 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*gga got a pot full of peas and rice
Yeah...
You see we off to the future
I don't mingle with broke n*ggas 'cause I don't talk to losers
Okay - yeah, I know - you n*ggas 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*ck a couple hoes
Pop a band, see all this money on my soul
And I will pop you band in case a n*gga didn't know
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
See how I swag on a b*tch like it's nothin', dippity doo da!
Nothin' more important than the mula
All the Spanish b*tches 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*cked that b*tch raw
Please let her not have herpes
'Cause I swear if a b*tch ever burn me
I'm a shoot a hoe down like Worthy
These n*ggas walk around with they mouth
Pants on some 300 sh*t lookin' like Xerxes
Real Gs over here, that trill sh*t
You girl asked me, did I use a steel di*k?
Naw hoe - that's that third leg 9 flow
I be on that pimp sh*t like Chicago
And a n*gga flip cane like Pablo
And y'all n*ggas 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*ggas like Rondo
'Glomerate, YMC, yo, bombin' sh*t
Big Bs to the Billy Badass n*ggas that be on that Tony Montana sh*t
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*tch, I just caught a chill
I mean my flow is hot like it's on the grill
You m'f*ckas better know the drill
A lot of n*ggas rappin', but none of them is real
Shows, clothes, dough, yeah, I get all the above
The DJ spinnin' all my sh*t 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!
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?