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)