Mula Gang

Em
Man, starting five when it's game 
time
Em
Talking drugs on my main line
Em
That's a strange sign, I can't 
really trust you
              Em                   
Ain't have a clue that I was 
        Em
working so hard to get where I'm at
Em
I can vision this shit, had a dream
Em
Call me Jay Luther King
G                      Am
Now I woke up and I'm living this 
shit
Em
Time change, people change too
Em
Never let the people change you
Em
Pack made a safe, we straight
G              Am
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Em
Got two snow bunnies with me
Em
One Becky one named Sue
Em
Sue don't really do what Becky do
G             Am
Becky sexual with the crew (gang)
Em
2000 at HollyGrove
Em
That's the year of the Mula
G             Am
I put that on Mula
Em            Em
Pull out the passports, fuck a city 
hoe
          G          Am
I need a bitch from Aruba
Em
She say my dick like a ruler
G                 Am
She lemme fuck her medula
Em
Then I pass that hoe to Euro
Em
When it come to head, that hoe 
better than Super
I'm gone

[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Em     F#m        G              Am
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
Em        G                Am
I got the way with this shit
Em        G                Am
Grind everyday for this shit
Em
Every night bad hoes
Em
Shop open no closed
Em
Make money, stack mo
G                     Am
I guess this what they ask fo'
Em     Am
Wait, yeah
Em     Am
Mula Gang
Em     Am
Mula Gang
Em     Am
Yeah, yeah
Em     Am
Mula Gang
Em     Am
Mula Gang

[Verse 2: Euro]
Check
Em
I'ma do 'em like Big Meech
Em
This strip club's in '03
Em
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs 
in OT
Em
Keith Moore with a low fade
Em
Fiends still in the Stone Age
Em
Goons in the crowd strapped ho
Em
They don't clap while I'm on stage!
Em
Side talk, I'm immune to
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G                        Am
Been the new kid in the new school
Em
I ain't too fond of the new school
G                       Am
I'm an old soul in a young man
Em
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise 
through
G               Am
Two cokes still a hot boy
Em
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge
 'till I beat whoever I lose to
Em                      G        
We the ones who had good girls, 
      Am
by the pool snortin' up lines
Em                      G        
I'm the reason all the bad 
      Am
college bitches never showed up on 
time
Em                      G    
We the one who had Cristiano in 
          Am
Japan throwing up signs
Em                      G        
Born to lose but I built up, 
        Am
always knew growing up
Em                      G        
I think I'm made for this shit
      Am


[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Em     F#m        G              Am
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
Em        G                Am
I got the way with this shit
Em        G                Am
Grind everyday for this shit
Em
Every night bad hoes
Em
Shop open no closed
Em
Make money, stack mo
G                     Am
I guess this what they ask fo'
Em     Am
Wait, yeah
Em     Am
Mula Gang
Em     Am
Mula Gang
Em     Am
Yeah, yeah
Em     Am
Mula Gang
Em     Am
Mula Gang

[Verse 3: HoodyBaby]
Em
I'm Steph Curry I'm Wardell
               Em
I'm all hell, when the Warriors come
 out to play they all fell
Em                      Am
I got fish scale, I got four scales
Em                      G        
I'm the nigga in the city pushing 
Am
dope deals
Em
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the 
smoke clears
Em
I can clear 200,000 like my throat, 
yeah
Em
I make it rumble in the jungle where
 koalas lie
Em              G              
Bitches call me Hoody bear, i'm 
Am
koala-fied
Em                       G       
Oh that went over your head? I'm 
         Am
over qualified
Em                       G       
Really make them guns fly, bitch 
         Am
I'm stuck in overdrive
Em                       G       
Trick or treat, live or die? Let 
         Am
my bro decide
Em                        G      
All this trapping in my Jesus 
          Am
piece like show you right

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Em
L-A-T
Em
Moms just hard on me with grades
Em
Had to turn them B's to A's
Em
Now im turning words to paper
Em
Turning birds to haters fry their 
wings and legs
Em
I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise
Em
Should be overpaid, I just toast the
 bread
Em
I ain't burn the bread
Em                              
Man the Golden State turning more 
Em
than heads
Em
Take it in my hand, turn it into 
bread
Em                      Em
Got the golden dreads, got me on the
 meds
Em                       Em
Had a talk with Tez about me on the 
meds
                         Em
Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra 
on the ears
Em
Don't try to son me Reg
Em
I'll knock ya off the ledge
Em
I'll pop off on sketch
Em
Praying like pledge, bullets gon' 
spread
Em
Catch 'em like Dez, all in ya ass
Em
Handguns in the console
G                       Am
I'm a shark in the fishbowl
Em
Running plays on my rich hoes
G                       Am
Sunny days in the North Pole
Em
I'm a play, play my part hoe
G                       Am
Turn a rock to the charcoal
Em
Heart thrives but my heart closed
G                       Am
Short ride on a long road
Em
Long days and them long nights
G                       Am
Big dogs and we all bite
Em
Big words just all hype
G                       Am
Small talk, large price
Em
Alright, not nice
G                       Am
Heart cold, hot ice
Em                      G        
She sucks, she wipes, she 
              Am
swallows, drops mic
Em                      G        
Stop light, stop running your 
              Am
mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
       Em
From a hundred dollas to a hundred 
of commas
G                          Am
Got fuckin problems, tryna figure 
'em out
                     Em
Niggas run in your house waiting on 
my count
G                       Am
Bitches in they house waiting on my 
call
Em
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang
G                       Am
Yes Lord
I think I'm made for this shit

[Hook: Jay Jones]

[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
Em     F#m        G              Am
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
Em        G                Am
I got the way with this shit
Em        G                Am
Grind everyday for this shit
Em
Every night bad hoes
Em
Shop open no closed
Em
Make money, stack mo
G                     Am
I guess this what they ask fo'
Em     Am
Wait, yeah
Em     Am
Mula Gang
Em     Am
Mula Gang
Em     Am
Yeah, yeah
Em     Am
Mula Gang
Em     Am
Mula Gang