Mula (Remix) lyrics

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Miguel


[Intro: Big Sean]
After God, after my family, I ain't gon' front
Ain't nothing more important than this success, than getting it

[Bridge: Big Sean]
Where my real n*ggas that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me
Where my real n*ggas that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me
(Finally famous n*gga)

[Chorus: Big Sean]
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
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 to your town
Busting them bottles and f*cking your b*tches
And when they start hating we gunning them down
Don't f*ck 'em 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 di*k cause I had a hard day
And my di*k even harder, you whippin' the charger
You put your rims on and you think that you're balling
I'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even call it
And my sh*t so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR!
[Chorus: Big Sean]
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking
Yo f*ck federales, 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 Louis Vuitton
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 no 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 pus*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*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 still say she proud, that’s mula
[Chorus: Big Sean]
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I'm winning, I don't owe nann n*gga sh*t
Came in this motherf*cker by myself
Smoking on strong, and holding on my di*k 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, goal line, y'all ain't killing sh*t
Brrrraatttt, shoot every n*gga in your clique
I'm on one, let me jog your memory
Me and Nells on the milerun, uh
Shawty gonna need her drawers done
Eat her pus*y 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, snatch yo' wallet
That's pickpocket, they want my I.D, and I spaz on em'
Treat n*ggas like strippers and put cash on em'
Got a new chopper and that b*tch still got a tag on it
If you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
So I'm about to be dumb as f*ck
Cause' God blesses fools in badges
When I was fifteen I was felon
When you were fifteen you were yelling:
"Mama come get this n*gga off my f*cking melon, DAMN IT!"
[Chorus: Big Sean]
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah

[Verse 4: Earlly Mac]
Scared money never gon' make nothin', (thats right)
Gotta get it my medula
Couple dollars in the waist band, (thats right)
n*gga hula-hoop with the mula
Everyday that I wake I say grace
Hallelujah welcome back like Mase
b*tches only f*ck n*ggas with the cream
A n*gga this fresh ain't never gon' date
Ay, they say we can't maintain
Only real n*ggas remain
'Ye say that we the new slaves
I need to ball with a chain
I got a real bad b*tch I haven't seen her in a month
With some twins so big she can put em' in a bunk
Ooh I love it when she drop it and spread it like 
When I see the camel all I wanna do is hump
Okay the Hall of Fame keep callin' my name
Got a mural on the wall I'mma legend
Okay, I'm from the motor city and been have drive
I just need a little gas in my engine
Okay, we all in the game and we ballin' the same but
Home team n*gga thats a blessing
I'm a bad mothaf*cker just tryna get some credit
So good it can get me into heaven, n*gga

[Chorus: Big Sean]
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
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