mula (remix)

where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me

where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me

where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me

where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me

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

i'm with my shooter and a preacher hallelujah

when they view ya fucking around

me and my niggas we come in your town

busting them bottles and fucking your bitches

and when they start hating we gunning them niggas

don't fuck 'em around

boy i get money all day

and i ball hard like tim hardaway

i can see a bad bitch from far away

let her ride this dick cause i had a hard day

and my dick even harder

you whippin' the charges

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 shit so retarded i handicap parking like skrrrrrr!

i get paid to the decimal

taxing plus stacking

yo fuck federale

i smoke medicali

b-i-g sean don

juan perion

bitch fuck with me

i bet i make it work

i oopsy-daisys on a skirt

fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt

i prefer brown liquor

brown ladies

brown louboutin

condom on 'fo i go to work

that's my uniform. nigga i used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches

by candle lit

and that's cause the power's out

and not for romance and shit

from barely managing to mansions

where ho's call me mr. anderson

command a bitch

no i don't own the pussy 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 bitches on my cellular callin and confessing

but i don't reply cause that's 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 say she still proud

that's mula

i'm winning

i don't owe a nigga shit

came in this motherfucker by myself

smoking on strong

and holding on my dick like ah

my gold on

i'm the bomb

i'm talking goldmine

nigga's taking shots at me

i send em' back to their homeline

and i touchdown

goalline

y'all ain't

killing

shit

shoot every nigga in your clique

i'm on one

let me jog your memory

me and nells on a milerun

uh

shawty gonna need her drawers done

eat her pussy til' it's all gone

uh

and i still ain't ever been robbed

so nigga don't try me

two niggas with guns

natural wallet

that pickpocket want my i.d and i spray your zone

treat niggas like strippers and put cash on em'

got a new chomp

i need that bitch that want a tag on

if you shoot me

you famous

if i shoot you

i'm brainless

so i'm about to be

dumb as fuck

cause' i got blessed fools and babies

when i was fifteen i was felon

when you were fifteen you were yelling

mama come get this nigga off my fucking melon

scared money never gon' make nothin'

gotta get it my medula

couple dollars in the waist band

nigga hula-hoop with the mula

everyday that i wake i say grace

hallelujah welcome back like mase

bitches only fuck niggas with the cream

a nigga this fresh ain't never gon' date

ay

they say we can't maintain

only real niggas remain

'ye say that we the new slaves

i need to ball with a chain

i got a real bad bitch i haven't seen her in a month

with twins so big she can put it in her ugh

ooh i love it when she drop it and spread it like

when i see her camel all i wanna do hump

okay the hall of fame keep callin' my name

got a mural on the wall i'm a legend

from the motor city and been have drive

i just need a little gas in my engine

okay

we all in the game we ballin' the same

home team nigga that's a blessing

i'm a bad mothafucker just tryna get some credit

so good it can get my into heaven

nigga