Mula
Big Sean Lyrics


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Where my real niggas that's gonna ride with me
Where my fire freaks that's gonna ride with me
Where my real niggas that's gonna ride with me
Where my fire freaks that's gonna ride with me

Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise god, hallelujah

Tell the police I'ma stack this paper 'til I overdose
Woodie, hoodie, slowly back your bitch ass up your over close
I overflow on all the hoes, my niggas is over height
Shooting up your phantom night and call your shit the holy ghost
Mercy, lord would you please have mercy
And protect me from the hoes if their life ain't sweet they go desert me
Shut the fuck up and stand out when you see me like I'm the verdict
That's respect now I got your wifey and you're back to using jerk and hurt
Sick and spill and tip it for my niggas who done passed away
Charge your ass a fuck you fee and make you pay your tax today
I'm on the secluded island, I swear I feel like cast away
Put that money in my shooter hands and tell 'em blast away
Look I feel like getting paper is my destiny
'Til I rest in peace, getting money recipe
Throw my mic is what you want, bitch just leave the rest to me
Ain't no motherfucking rest for me
'Cause

Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise god, hallelujah

Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise god, hallelujah

Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Diamond rings, hundred chains, slick rick the rula
I got cars, cribs all in my name
Got them m's all in that bank
Griff Blake all in that paint, stack some bread come watch me pray
Pray that never die broke get them cases by the boat
Went shopping bought the store, shorty snuck her fell that crab
Eating lobster on my dinner plate
Stacking all this money homie trying to see that ceiling break
Mula ain't everything homie, is the only thing
Came from the hall of piss straight to the hall of fame
Talking money we got it, thug boys shoot your style
Eating good I ain't brolic I'm just chasing them comma's haahh
My niggas ride got five and my bitches ten
Got that china white call it german land
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
A chain, a fridge, deep freezer and a cooler

Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise god, hallelujah

Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise god, hallelujah

Where my real niggas that's gonna ride with me
Where my fire freaks that's gonna ride with me




Where my real niggas that's gonna ride with me
Where my fire freaks that's gonna ride with me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Big Sean's "Mula" song, featuring French Montana, reflect the rapper's focus on money and success. The chorus states that there is nothing more important than the money and calls for his real niggas and fire freaks to ride with him, emphasizing that financial success is a priority. He talks about stacking paper until he overdoses and charging a "fuck you" fee to those who disrespect him. He also mentions leaving his hometown and living on a secluded island with his wealth, further emphasizing his focus on financial gain.


The verses continue to emphasize this central theme, with Sean boasting about his cars, cribs, and diamond rings. He also brags about his drug connections and willingness to shoot his enemies. The lyrics are filled with profanity and disrespect towards women, but they also reveal the rapper's determination to succeed and his confidence in his ability to make money.


In summary, "Mula" is a song that celebrates financial success and the importance of money in the music industry. Sean's lyrics are filled with arrogance and profanity, but they also reveal his drive to succeed and his willingness to do whatever it takes to make money.


Line by Line Meaning

Where my real niggas that's gonna ride with me
Asking for loyal friends who will support him no matter what


Where my fire freaks that's gonna ride with me
Asking for loyal partners who will support him no matter what


Ain't nothing more important than the mula
The most important thing is money, regardless of anything else


Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise god, hallelujah
Expressing gratitude for the wealth, success, and blessings in his life


Tell the police I'ma stack this paper 'til I overdose
Promising to continue making money and never stop, despite the risk of overdosing on drugs


Woodie, hoodie, slowly back your bitch ass up your over close
Telling a rival to back off slowly and keep their distance


I overflow on all the hoes, my niggas is over height
Boasting about his success with women and the height of his success compared to his friends


Shooting up your phantom night and call your shit the holy ghost
Threatening his rival's car and calling it a ghost after shooting it


Mercy, lord would you please have mercy
Asking for protection from harm and danger


And protect me from the hoes if their life ain't sweet they go desert me
Asking for protection from disloyal women who may abandon him when life gets tough


Shut the fuck up and stand out when you see me like I'm the verdict
Demanding respect from others when he is present


That's respect now I got your wifey and you're back to using jerk and hurt
Boasting about stealing someone's wife and causing them emotional pain


Sick and spill and tip it for my niggas who done passed away
Paying homage and showing respect to his deceased friends


Charge your ass a fuck you fee and make you pay your tax today
Charging his rivals an exorbitant fee and making them pay for the privilege of being near him


I'm on the secluded island, I swear I feel like cast away
Feeling isolated and alone despite his wealth and success


Put that money in my shooter hands and tell 'em blast away
Putting his money to work by hiring someone to use it to his advantage aggressively


Look I feel like getting paper is my destiny
Believing that making money is his purpose in life


'Til I rest in peace, getting money recipe
Planning to keep making money until he dies


Throw my mic is what you want, bitch just leave the rest to me
Saying that he can handle the competition and others should just leave him to his own devices


Ain't no motherfucking rest for me
Saying that he never stops working or making money


Diamond rings, hundred chains, slick rick the rula
Boasting about his expensive jewelry and referencing the rapper Slick Rick


I got cars, cribs all in my name
Boasting about his possessions


Got them m's all in that bank
Boasting about having a lot of money in his bank account


Griff Blake all in that paint, stack some bread come watch me pray
Boasting about his success and planning to make even more money


Pray that never die broke get them cases by the boat
Praying to never lose his wealth and always making more money


Went shopping bought the store, shorty snuck her fell that crab
Boasting about his shopping spree and describing his sexual prowess


Eating lobster on my dinner plate
Enjoying the luxuries he can afford with his money


Stacking all this money homie trying to see that ceiling break
Working hard to become even more successful and wealthy


Mula ain't everything homie, is the only thing
Suggesting that money is everything and the only thing that matters


Came from the hall of piss straight to the hall of fame
Describing his rise from humble beginnings to fame and success


Talking money we got it, thug boys shoot your style
Boasting about his wealth and threatening to outdo or embarrass his rivals


Eating good I ain't brolic I'm just chasing them comma's haahh
Enjoying the benefits of his wealth while acknowledging that he still needs to make more money


My niggas ride got five and my bitches ten
Boasting about the number of friends and women he has in his life


Got that china white call it german land
Bringing up a drug reference to describe his success and, indirectly, illegal activities


Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Repeating the importance of money and success


A chain, a fridge, deep freezer and a cooler
Listing some of his possessions that add to his wealth and status




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Earl Patrick Taylor, Karim Kharbouch, Sean Michael Anderson, Tyree Lamar Pittman

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LYRICS:

[Intro: Sean]
After God, after my family, I ain’t gon’ front
Ain’t nothing more important than this success, than getting it

[Bridge: Big Sean]
Where my real niggas that’s gon’ ride for me
Where my fine freaks that’s gon’ ride for me
Where my real niggas that’s gon’ ride for me
Where my fine freaks that’s gon’ ride for me

[Hook: Sean]
Ain’t nothing more important than the mula
Ain’t nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, Hallelujah

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Tell the police I’mma stack this paper ’til I overdose
Whoa-di, ho-di, slowly back yo bitch ass up, you over close
I over flow, all over hoes, my niggas is over hype
Shooting up your Phantom, now they call your shit the Holy ghost
M-M-Mercy, Lord would you please have mercy
And protect me from the hoes, if her life ain’t sweet, they gon’ desert me
Shut the fuck up, and stand up when you see me, like I’m the verdict
That’s respect, now I got your wifey, and you back to using that Jergens
Hurting, sipping, spilling, tipping, for my niggas who done passed way
Charge your ass a fuck you fee, and make you pay your tax today
I’m on a secluded island, swear it feel like castaway
Put that money in my shooter hands, and tell him blast away
I feel like getting paper is my destiny
‘Til I rest in piece, get money recipe
Told my mind get what you want, then just leave the rest to me
Ain’t no motherfucking rest for me

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Ain’t nothing more important than the mula
Diamand rings, hundred chains, Slick Rick the ruler
I got polished cribs all in my name
Got them M’s all in that bank
Griff, Blake all in that paint
Stacking bread, come watch me plank
Pray to never dying broke
Getting cases by the boat
Went shopping, buy the store
Shorty snorkel for that crab, eating lobster on my dinner plate
Stacking all this money homie, tryna see that ceiling break
Mula ain’t everything homie, it’s the only thing
Came from a hall of piss, straight to the hall of fame
Talk money, we got it, fuck boy, shoot your stylist
Eating good, I ain’t brolic, I’m just chasing them commas
My niggas rock that five, and my bitch a ten
Got that China white, call it Jeremy Lin
Ain’t nothing more important than the mula
My chain, a fridge, deep freezer, and a cooler

[Hook x2]

[Bridge]

Listen to my song "You Can't Guard Me"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKqS3viLBQA



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@pistonsfansadly1996

This was my song back in high school. I’m 25 now

@kaiosama3846

Ong thoooo

@kiddmillie5687

Facts

@austin0146

9th grade year was lit 🔥 im 27

@KrayJSongz

I’m 26 lol

@taylernicks8751

Class of 2014 🤌

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@jbudz313

Everyone reading this has stacks of cash coming their way, just manifest, and stay positive and positive will come your way! 🙌

@Skites

damn we will never another era like this

@itsrealkenna

Watching Big Sean’s music mature over the years has been really fun and I hope he keeps going. Keep doing your thing Big Sean. I know if I put in the work, I can reach a larger audience some day too, but for now, I’m happy being a supporter

@ignasjayofficial

Tuned From Kenya, Africa.

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