Big Sean Mula Lyrics

[Intro: 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 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

[Hook: Sean]

Ain’t nothing more important than the mula

Ain’t nothing more important than the mula

Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, Hallelujah

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Tell the police I’mma stack this paper ’til I overdose

Whoa-di, ho-di, slowly back yo bitch ass up, you over close

I over flow, all over hoes, my niggas is over hype

Shooting up your Phantom, now they call your shit the Holy ghost

M-M-Mercy, Lord would you please have mercy

And protect me from the hoes, if her life ain’t sweet, they gon’ desert me

Shut the fuck up, and stand up when you see me, like I’m the verdict

That’s respect, now I got your wifey, and you back to using that Jergens

Hurting, sipping, spilling, tipping, for my niggas who done passed way

Charge your ass a fuck you fee, and make you pay your tax today

I’m on a secluded island, swear it feel like castaway

Put that money in my shooter hands, and tell him blast away

I feel like getting paper is my destiny

‘Til I rest in piece, get money recipe

Told my mind get what you want, then just leave the rest to me

Ain’t no motherfucking rest for me

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: French Montana]

Ain’t nothing more important than the mula

Diamand rings, hundred chains, Slick Rick the ruler

I got polished cribs all in my name

Got them M’s all in that bank

Griff, Blake all in that paint

Stacking bread, come watch me plank

Pray to never dying broke

Getting cases by the boat

Went shopping, buy the store

Shorty snorkel for that crab, eating lobster on my dinner plate

Stacking all this money homie, tryna see that ceiling break

Mula ain’t everything homie, it’s the only thing

Came from a hall of piss, straight to the hall of fame

Talk money, we got it, fuck boy, shoot your stylist

Eating good, I ain’t brolic, I’m just chasing them commas

My niggas rock that five, and my bitch a ten

Got that China white, call it Jeremy Lin

Ain’t nothing more important than the mula

My chain, a fridge, deep freezer, and a cooler

[Hook x2]

[Bridge]