Mula Remix Lyrics
| Song | Mula Remix |
| Artist | Big Sean |
| Album | Hall Of Fame |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 ***********s that's gon' ride for me | |
| Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me | |
| Where my real ***********s that's gon' ride for me | |
| Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me | |
| (Finally famous ***********) | |
| [Hook: 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 ******g around | |
| Me and my ***********s we come in your town | |
| Busting them bottles and ******g your ******* | |
| And when they start hating we gunning them down | |
| Don't *********** 'em around, boy I get money all day | |
| And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway | |
| I can see a bad ************ from far away | |
| Let her ride this ************ cause I had a hard day | |
| And my ************ 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 ************t so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR! | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Big Sean] | |
| I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking | |
| Yo *********** federale, I smoke medicali | |
| B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion | |
| ************ *********** with me, I bet I make it work | |
| I oopsy-daisys on a skirt | |
| *********** 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 | |
| *********** I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches | |
| By candle lit, and that’s cause the power’s out | |
| And not for no romance and ************t (No!) | |
| From barely managing to mansions | |
| Where ho’s call me Mr. Anderson | |
| Command a ************, no I don’t own the ************ 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 ******* 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 | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] | |
| I'm winning, I don't owe nann *********** ************t | |
| Came in this mother*********** by myself | |
| Smoking on strong, and holding on my ************ like AH | |
| My gold on, I'm the bomb, I'm talking goldmine | |
| ***********'s taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline | |
| And I touchdown, goal line, y'all ain't killing ************t | |
| *Brrrraatttt* Shoot every *********** 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 ************ til' it's all gone, uh | |
| And I still ain't ever been robbed, so *********** don't try me | |
| Two ***********s with guns, snatch yo' wallet | |
| That's pickpocket, want my I.D | |
| And I spaz on em' | |
| Treat ***********s like strippers and put cash on em' | |
| Got a new chopper and that ************ 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 ***********, cause' God blesses fools and babies | |
| When I was fifteen I was felon | |
| When you were fifteen you were yelling | |
| Mama come get this *********** off my ******g melon, DAMN IT! | |
| [Hook] | |
| [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) | |
| *********** hula-hoop with the mula | |
| Everyday that I wake I say grace | |
| Hallelujah welcome back like Mase | |
| ******* only *********** ***********s with the cream | |
| A *********** this fresh ain't never gon' date | |
| Ay, they say we can't maintain | |
| Only real ***********s remain | |
| 'Ye say that we the new slaves | |
| I need to ball with a chain | |
| I got a real bad ************ 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 *********** thats a blessing | |
| I'm a bad *********** just tryna get some credit | |
| So good it can get me into heaven, *********** | |
| [Hook x2] |
| 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 s that' s gon' ride for me | |
| Where my fine freaks that' s gon' ride me | |
| Where my real s that' s gon' ride for me | |
| Where my fine freaks that' s gon' ride me | |
| Finally famous | |
| Hook: 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 g around | |
| Me and my s we come in your town | |
| Busting them bottles and g your | |
| And when they start hating we gunning them down | |
| Don' t ' em around, boy I get money all day | |
| And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway | |
| I can see a bad from far away | |
| Let her ride this cause I had a hard day | |
| And my 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 t so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Big Sean | |
| I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking | |
| Yo federale, I smoke medicali | |
| BIG Sean don, Juan Perion | |
| with me, I bet I make it work | |
| I oopsydaisys on a skirt | |
| 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 | |
| I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches | |
| By candle lit, and that' s cause the power' s out | |
| And not for no romance and t No! | |
| From barely managing to mansions | |
| Where ho' s call me Mr. Anderson | |
| Command a , no I don' t own the 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 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 | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: 2 Chainz | |
| I' m winning, I don' t owe nann t | |
| Came in this mother by myself | |
| Smoking on strong, and holding on my like AH | |
| My gold on, I' m the bomb, I' m talking goldmine | |
| ' s taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline | |
| And I touchdown, goal line, y' all ain' t killing t | |
| Brrrraatttt Shoot every 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 til' it' s all gone, uh | |
| And I still ain' t ever been robbed, so don' t try me | |
| Two s with guns, snatch yo' wallet | |
| That' s pickpocket, want my I. D | |
| And I spaz on em' | |
| Treat s like strippers and put cash on em' | |
| Got a new chopper and that 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 , cause' God blesses fools and babies | |
| When I was fifteen I was felon | |
| When you were fifteen you were yelling | |
| Mama come get this off my g melon, DAMN IT! | |
| Hook | |
| 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 | |
| hulahoop with the mula | |
| Everyday that I wake I say grace | |
| Hallelujah welcome back like Mase | |
| only s with the cream | |
| A this fresh ain' t never gon' date | |
| Ay, they say we can' t maintain | |
| Only real s remain | |
| ' Ye say that we the new slaves | |
| I need to ball with a chain | |
| I got a real bad 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 thats a blessing | |
| I' m a bad just tryna get some credit | |
| So good it can get me into heaven, | |
| Hook x2 |
| 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 s that' s gon' ride for me | |
| Where my fine freaks that' s gon' ride me | |
| Where my real s that' s gon' ride for me | |
| Where my fine freaks that' s gon' ride me | |
| Finally famous | |
| Hook: 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 g around | |
| Me and my s we come in your town | |
| Busting them bottles and g your | |
| And when they start hating we gunning them down | |
| Don' t ' em around, boy I get money all day | |
| And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway | |
| I can see a bad from far away | |
| Let her ride this cause I had a hard day | |
| And my 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 t so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Big Sean | |
| I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking | |
| Yo federale, I smoke medicali | |
| BIG Sean don, Juan Perion | |
| with me, I bet I make it work | |
| I oopsydaisys on a skirt | |
| 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 | |
| I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches | |
| By candle lit, and that' s cause the power' s out | |
| And not for no romance and t No! | |
| From barely managing to mansions | |
| Where ho' s call me Mr. Anderson | |
| Command a , no I don' t own the 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 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 | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: 2 Chainz | |
| I' m winning, I don' t owe nann t | |
| Came in this mother by myself | |
| Smoking on strong, and holding on my like AH | |
| My gold on, I' m the bomb, I' m talking goldmine | |
| ' s taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline | |
| And I touchdown, goal line, y' all ain' t killing t | |
| Brrrraatttt Shoot every 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 til' it' s all gone, uh | |
| And I still ain' t ever been robbed, so don' t try me | |
| Two s with guns, snatch yo' wallet | |
| That' s pickpocket, want my I. D | |
| And I spaz on em' | |
| Treat s like strippers and put cash on em' | |
| Got a new chopper and that 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 , cause' God blesses fools and babies | |
| When I was fifteen I was felon | |
| When you were fifteen you were yelling | |
| Mama come get this off my g melon, DAMN IT! | |
| Hook | |
| 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 | |
| hulahoop with the mula | |
| Everyday that I wake I say grace | |
| Hallelujah welcome back like Mase | |
| only s with the cream | |
| A this fresh ain' t never gon' date | |
| Ay, they say we can' t maintain | |
| Only real s remain | |
| ' Ye say that we the new slaves | |
| I need to ball with a chain | |
| I got a real bad 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 thats a blessing | |
| I' m a bad just tryna get some credit | |
| So good it can get me into heaven, | |
| Hook x2 |
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