[Hook: Big Sean] Ain’t nothin’ more important than the mula Ain’t nothin’ more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Every time I talk I got these niggas sayin’ “damn, he nice” “Oh shit! Can’t believe it! Motherfuck! Jesus Christ!” So many blocks of diamonds shinin’ on me like a big piece of ice Cook that coke up for the hood like a nigga got a pot full of peas and rice Yeah… You see we off to the future I don’t mingle with broke niggas ‘cause I don’t talk to losers Okay – yeah, I know – you niggas heard them rumors It’s official (Conglomerate) Cash Money, Young Mula Pop a bottle, pour liquor on the floor Pop a molly, then I fuck a couple hoes Pop a band, see all this money on my soul And I will pop you band in case a nigga didn’t know Ain’t nothin’ more important than the mula See how I swag on a bitch like it’s nothin’, dippity doo da! [Hook]
[Verse 2: Reek Da Villain] Nothin’ more important than the mula All the Spanish bitches call me Papi Chula Stay on deck, I always got the Ruger Face shot make ‘em look like Freddy Kruger Mercy – please lord, show me mercy I was faded off the molly when I fucked that bitch raw Please let her not have herpes ‘Cause I swear if a bitch ever burn me I’mma shoot a hoe down like Worthy These niggas walk around with they mouth pants on some 300 shit lookin’ like Xerxes Real Gs over here, that trill shit You girl asked me, did I use a steel dick? Naw hoe – that’s that third leg 9 flow I be on that pimp shit like Chicago And a nigga flip cane like Pablo And y’all niggas look like 5-0 Askin’ ‘bout all my slimes, yo ‘Cause we booked a team, but homie for the green We put nines on niggas like Rondo ‘Glomerate, YMC, yo, bombin’ shit Big Bs to the Billy Badass niggas that be on that Tony Montana shit
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[Verse 3: J-Doe] Ain’t nothin’ more important than the dollar bill I’m goin’ hard and I go harder once I got a ‘mil This white girl just popped a pill and told me “cop a feel” Okay, this road to riches, come with a lot thrills! My flow is cold, bitch, I just caught a chill I mean my flow is hot like it’s on the grill You m’fuckas better know the drill A lot of niggas rappin’, but none of them is real Shows, clothes, dough, yeah, I get all the above The DJ spinnin’ all my shit when I walk in the club A thousand beehives, I got a bigger buzz Yeah, I’m addicted to the mula, I can’t get enough!
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[Outro: 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?