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Mula Komin In (feat. Lil Novi)

Lil Wayne

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Hold up, like
Why you stealin' me and my twin's swag? You goin' broke, boys
Hell nah, I can't go that way, no
I'm just laughing to the bank, yeah, yeah
The mula comin' in, yeah
I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah
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 flyer
Expensive weed, I'm higher than you
I'm tired of you
Yeah, I hit shit then
Gotta poof
My pockets blue, my brother cup is red too
All black Hellcat, but the inside red like Deadpool
Yeah, all black bitch, upgraded, not tryna 'cause we gon' shoot you
First color the
I think my twin just popped a Perc', hold up, yeah
I just paid a thousand for this coat, yeah
I'm sippin' the benefits of bein' with a player
Workin' all black everyday like a raver
Fuck that lil' bankroll you got in your pockets, my fit cost more
Fuck that lil' bitch, W girl, I'll pull out, intercourse
I accidentally pulled your bitch 'cause I broke the score, yeah
I'm just gettin' to this money like it's a sport, huh, yeah
I'm just gettin' to this money like it's a chore, yeah, the mula

Hold up, like
Why you stealin' me and my twin's swag? You goin' broke, boys
Hell nah, I can't go that way, no
I'm just laughing to the bank, yeah, yeah
The mula comin' in, yeah
I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah
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 at your lupa
I know some bitches that hack your computer
Bodies, we catch 'em like
I'ma take off in the coupe like a puma
Smoked him like a Cuban, junior
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 fourteen, but that's nothing but numbers
He fuckin' your daughter, I'm fuckin' your woman
We get to the bread like a bun in a oven
Take shots at your head, three, two, one, let them bust it
Balls hoggin' this ho
My bitch a dog, I'm on go
I turned up on these niggas, and then I lost the remote
Can't fuck her raw, she broke
Can't fuck her raw, she broke
This presidential Rolex should encourage y'all to go vote
Meatball, fettuccini
Speed off, Lamborghini
Superstars, white as Venus
Red flag, pledge allegiance
They bite the swag like they fingers
I'm a dirtbag, still aim the cleaners
Only God could judge me, no subpoenas
Been Mula baby since a fetus

Hold up, like
Why you stealin' me and my twin's swag? You goin' broke, boys
Hell nah, I can't go that way, no
I'm just laughing to the bank, yeah, yeah
The mula comin' in, yeah
I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah
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

(The mula comin' in, yeah)
(I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah)
(Yeah, the mula comin' in, yeah)
(I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah)
(The mula comin' in, yeah, Mula Baby, Mula Baby)
(The mula comin' in, yeah, Mula Baby, Mula Baby)
(The mula comin' in, yeah, Mula Baby, Mula Baby)
(The mula, the mula)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(The mula baby)

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