Mula Komin In

Awake

Hold up, like (Keyboard)

Why you stealin' me and my twin's swag? You're goin' broke, boys

Hell nah, I can't go that way, no

I'm just laughin' to the bank, yeah, yeah

The mula comin' in, yeah, yeah

I'm bringin' the bag in, 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 **** shoot at your medulla

Rick Owens shirt, I'm flyer

Rick Owens kicks, I'm fire

Expensive weed, I'm higher than you

I'm tired of you

Yeah, I hit send, then I'm tired of you

She knows what I'm doin', don't gotta prove my pockets blue

My brother cup is red too (Red)

All-black Hellcat, but the inside red like Deadpool (All red)

Yeah, all-black, bitch, upgraded, not tryna say it 'cause we gon' shoot you

First, call up them young **** that do the worst, yeah

I think my twin just popped a Perc', hold up, yeah

I just paid a thousand for this coat, hell yeah

I'm sippin' Shardai, this the benefits of bein' with a player

Rockin' all black every day like a raven

Fuck that lil' bankroll you got in your pockets, my fit cost more, yeah

Fuck that lil' BMW, girl, I'll pull up in a Porsche

I accidentally pulled your bitch 'cause I broke the score, yeah

I'm just gettin' to this money like it's a chore, huh, yeah

I'm just gettin' to the money like it's a chore, lil' Mula

Hold up, like

Why you stealin' me and my twin's swag? You're goin' broke, boys

Hell nah, I can't go that way, no

I'm just laughin' to the bank, yeah, yeah

The mula comin' in, yeah, yeah

I'm bringin' the bag in, 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

I know some **** shoot at your medulla

I know some **** that crack your chalupa

I know some bitches that hack your computer

Bodies, we catch 'em like Puka Nacua

I'ma take off in the coupe like a puma

Smoke you like a Cuban, but no Gooding Jr

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 ****, "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 nothin' but numbers

He fuckin' your daughter, I'm fuckin' your woman

We get to the bread like a bun in the oven

Take shots at your head, three, two, one, at the buzzer

Boss Hogg in this ho

My bitch a dog, I'm on go

I turned up on these ****

And then I lost the remote

Can't fuck her raw if she broke

Can't fuck her raw if she broke

This Presidential Rolex

Should encourage y'all to go vote

Meatball, fettuccini

Speed off, Lamborghini

Superstars, bright as Venus

Red flag, pledge allegiance

They bite the swag like they fingers

I'm a dirtbag, still, I'm the cleanest

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're goin' broke, boys

Hell nah, I can't go that way, no

I'm just laughin' to the bank, yeah, yeah

The mula comin' in, yeah, yeah

I'm bringin' the bag in, 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

Mula Baby, big Mula Baby

The mula comin' in, yeah, yeah

I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah

Mula Baby, big Mula Baby

The mula comin' in, yeah, I'm bringin' the bag in, yeah

Mula Baby, big Mula Baby

The mula comin' in, yeah, the mula comin' in, yeah

Mula Baby, big Mula Baby

The mula comin' in, yeah

Mula Baby, big Mula Baby, Mula Baby

The mula, the mula

Young mula, baby