Earlly Mac
Mula (Remix)
[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***as that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me
Where my real n***as that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me
(Finally famous n***a)

[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**king around
Me and my n***as we come to your town
Busting them bottles and f**king your b*t*hes
And when they start hating we gunning them down
Don't f**k 'em around, boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad b*t*h from far away
Let her ride this d**k cause I had a hard day
And my d**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**k federales, I smoke medicali
B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion
B*t*h f**k with me, I bet I make it work
I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
F**k 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***a 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*t*h, no I don’t own the pu**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*t*hes 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***a sh*t
Came in this motherf**ker by myself
Smoking on strong, and holding on my d**k like AH
My gold on, I'm the bomb, I'm talking goldmine
N***a'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***a 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 pu**y til' it's all gone, uh
And I still ain't ever been robbed, so n***a don't try me
Two n***as with guns, snatch yo' wallet
That's pickpocket, they want my I.D, and I spaz on em'
Treat n***as like strippers and put cash on em'
Got a new chopper and that b*t*h 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**k
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***a off my f**king 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***a hula-hoop with the mula
Everyday that I wake I say grace
Hallelujah welcome back like Mase
B*t*hes only f**k n***as with the cream
A n***a this fresh ain't never gon' date
Ay, they say we can't maintain
Only real n***as remain
'Ye say that we the new slaves
I need to ball with a chain
I got a real bad b*t*h 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***a thats a blessing
I'm a bad mothaf**ker just tryna get some credit
So good it can get me into heaven, n***a

[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