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Hol' up, like (Keyboard) | Why you stealin' me and my twin's swag? You're goin' broke, boys | Hell nah, I can't go that way, no
(Awake) Hol' up, like (Keyboard) Why you stealin' me and my twin's swag? You're goin' broke, boys Hell nah, I can't go that way, no I'm just laughin' to the bank, yeah, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah, yeah I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah The mula, the mula I know some niggas shoot at your medulla Rick Owens shirt, I'm flyer Rick Owens kicks, I'm fire Expensive weed, I'm higher than you I'm tired of you Yeah, I hit send, then I'm tired of you She know what I'm doin', don't gotta prove My pockets blue, my brother cup is red too (red) All-black Hellcat, but the inside red like Deadpool (all red) Yeah, all-black, bitch upgraded, not tryna say it 'cause we gon' shoot you First, call up them young niggas that do the worst, yeah I think my twin just popped a Perc', hold up, yeah I just paid a thousand for this coat, hell yeah I'm sippin' Shardai, the benefits of bein' with a player Rockin' all black every day like a raven Fuck that lil' bankroll you got in your pocket, my fit cost more, yeah Fuck that lil' bih, baby girl, I'll pull up in a Porsche (skrrt) I accidentally pulled your bitch 'cause I broke the score, yeah I'm just gettin' to this money like it's a chore, huh, yeah I'm just gettin' to the money like it's a chore, lil' Mula Hol' up, like Why you stealin' me and my twin's swag? You're goin' broke, boys Hell nah, I can't go that way, no I'm just laughin' to the bank, yeah, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah, yeah I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah The mula (the mula) I know some niggas shoot at your medulla I know some niggas that crack your chalupa I know some bitches that hack your computer Bodies, we catch 'em like Puka Nacua I'ma take off in the coupe like a puma Smoke you like a Cuban, but no Gooding Jr Popped me some Percs, they the size of your pupil I'm not a hooper, bitch, I'm just a shooter That's lil' Mula, that's my son, he my youngest I told that nigga, "Get money," he done it He take after me, I'm the big apple tree And you know the apple don't fall too far from it He only 14, but that's nothin' but numbers He fuckin' your daughter, I'm fuckin' your woman We get to the bread like a bun in the oven Take shots at your head, three, two, one, let them bust it Balls hog in this ho My bitch a dawg, I'm on go I turned up on these niggas, and then I lost the remote Can't fuck her raw if she broke Can't fuck her raw if she broke This presidential Rolex should encourage y'all to go vote Meatball, fettuccini Speed off, Lamborghini Superstars, bright as Venus Red flag, pledge allegiance They bite the swag like they fingers I'm a dirtbag, still, I'm the cleanest Only God could judge me, no subpoenas Been Mula Baby since a fetus Hol' up, like Why you stealin' me and my twin's swag? You're goin' broke, boys (free, free) Hell nah (free, free, free), I can't go that way, no (free, free) I'm just laughin' to the bank, yeah, yeah (it's just me) The mula comin' in, yeah, yeah (yeah) I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah The mula comin' in, yeah The mula, the mula Mula Baby, big Mula Baby (the mula comin' in, yeah, yeah) I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah (Mula Baby, big Mula Baby) the mula comin' in, yeah I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah (Mula Baby, big Mula Baby) the mula comin' in, yeah Mula comin' in, yeah (Mula Baby, big Mula Baby) The mula comin' in, yeah (Mula Baby, big Mula Baby) The mula, the mula (Mula Baby) Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Young mula, baby
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