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Young Chop on the beat (Bandcamp) G.O.O.D.! After God, after my family, I ain't gon' front Ain't nothing more important than this success, than getting it Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me? (Free OCB, Paperchaser) Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me? (Doughboyz Cashout, what up doe?) Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me? (Yup) Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for 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 Whodie holdie slowly back yo' bitch ass up, you over close I overflow all over hoes, my niggas is over hype Shooting up your Phantom, now they call your shit the Holy Ghost Mercy, Lord would you please have mercy And protect me from the hoes that when 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 Cast Away Put that money in my shooter hands, and tell him blast away I feel like getting paper is my destiny 'Til I rest in peace, get money recipe Told my mom, "Get what you want, then just leave the rest to me" Ain't no motherfucking rest for me 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 ruler I got cars, cribs all in my neck 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 We ain't 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 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 gon' ride for me? Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me? Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me? Where my fine freaks, fine freaks, fine freaks?
Writer(s): Alexander Izquierdo, Sean Michael Anderson, Karim Kharbouch, Tyree Lamar Pittman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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