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busta rhymes – cash money / young mula lyrics

[intro:]
yo, yo, yo, yo…
young mula

[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 n-gg-s sayin’ “d-mn, he nice”
“oh sh-t! can’t believe it! motherf-ck! jesus christ!”
so many blocks of diamonds shinin’ on me like a big piece of ice
cook that c-ke up for the hood like a n-gg- got a pot full of peas and rice
yeah…
you see we off to the future
i don’t mingle with broke n-gg-s ’cause i don’t talk to losers
okay – yeah, i know – you n-gg-s heard them rumors
it’s official (conglomerate) cash money, young mula
pop a bottle, pour liquor on the floor
pop a molly, then i f-ck a couple hoes
pop a band, see all this money on my soul
and i will pop you band in case a n-gg- didn’t know
ain’t nothin’ more important than the mula
see how i swag on a b-tch like it’s nothin’, dippity doo da!

[hook]

[verse 2: reek da villain]
nothin’ more important than the mula
all the spanish b-tches 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 f-cked that b-tch raw
please let her not have herpes
’cause i swear if a b-tch ever burn me
i’m a shoot a hoe down like worthy
these n-gg-s walk around with they mouth
pants on some 300 sh-t lookin’ like xerxes
real gs over here, that trill sh-t
you girl asked me, did i use a steel d-ck?
naw hoe – that’s that third leg 9 flow
i be on that pimp sh-t like chicago
and a n-gg- flip cane like pablo
and y’all n-gg-s look like 5-0
askin’ ’bout all my slimes, yo
’cause we booked a team, but homie for the green
we put nines on n-gg-s like rondo
‘glomerate, ymc, yo, bombin’ sh-t
big bs to the billy bad-ss n-gg-s that be on that tony montana sh-t

[hook]

[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, b-tch, i just caught a chill
i mean my flow is hot like it’s on the grill
you m’f-ckas better know the drill
a lot of n-gg-s rappin’, but none of them is real
shows, clothes, dough, yeah, i get all the above
the dj spinnin’ all my sh-t 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!

[hook]

[outro: big sean]
where my real n-gg-s that’s gon’ ride for me?
where my fine freaks that’s gon’ ride for me?
where my real n-gg-s that’s gon’ ride for me?
where my fine freaks that’s gon’ ride for me?

- busta rhymes lyrics

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