Big Sean - MulaLyrics

Where my real niggas that's gonna ride with me Where my fire freaks that's gonna ride with me Where my real niggas that's gonna ride with me Where my fire freaks that's gonna ride with me Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise god, hallelujah Tell the police I'ma stack this paper 'til I overdose Woodie, hoodie, slowly back your bitch ass up your over close I overflow on all the hoes, my niggas is over height Shooting up your phantom night and call your shit the holy ghost Mercy, lord would you please have mercy And protect me from the hoes if their life ain't sweet they go desert me Shut the fuck up and stand out when you see me like I'm the verdict That's respect now I got your wifey and you're back to using jerk and hurt Sick and spill and tip it for my niggas who done passed away Charge your ass a fuck you fee and make you pay your tax today I'm on the secluded island, I swear I feel like cast away Put that money in my shooter hands and tell 'em blast away Look I feel like getting paper is my destiny 'Til I rest in peace, getting money recipe Throw my mic is what you want, bitch just leave the rest to me Ain't no motherfucking rest for me, 'Cause 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 Diamond rings, hundred chains, slick rick the rula I got cars, cribs all in my name Got them m's all in that bank Griff Blake all in that paint, stack some bread come watch me pray Pray that never die broke get them cases by the boat Went shopping bought the store, shorty snuck her fell that crab Eating lobster on my dinner plate Stacking all this money homie trying to see that ceiling break Mula ain't everything homie, is the only thing Came from the hall of piss straight to the hall of fame Talking money we got it, thug boys shoot your style Eating good I ain't brolic I'm just chasing them comma's haahh My niggas ride got five and my bitches ten Got that china white call it german land Ain't nothing more important than the mula A chain, a fridge, deep freezer and a cooler 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 Where my real niggas that's gonna ride with me Where my fire freaks that's gonna ride with me Where my real niggas that's gonna ride with me Where my fire freaks that's gonna ride with me