Released on August 27, 2013

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[Intro: Big 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 me

Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me

Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me

(Finally famous nigga)


[Chorus: Big Sean]

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


[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Ain't nothing more important than the mula

I'm with my shooter and a preacher hallelujah

When they view ya fucking around

Me and my niggas we come to your town

Busting them bottles and fucking your bitches

And when they start hating we gunning them down

Don't fuck 'em around, boy I get money all day

And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway

I can see a bad bitch from far away

Let her ride that stick cause I had a hard day

And my dick even harder, you whippin' the charger

You put your rims on and you think that you're balling

I'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even call it

And my shit so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR!


[Chorus: Big Sean]

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


[Verse 2: Big Sean]

I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking

Yo fuck federales, I smoke medicali

B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion

Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work

I oopsy-daisys on a skirt

Fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt

I prefer brown liquor, brown ladies, brown Louis Vuitton

Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform

Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches

By candle lit, and that’s cause the power’s out

And not for no romance and shit (No!)

From barely managing to mansions

Where ho’s call me Mr. Anderson

Command a bitch, no I don’t own the pussy I just sample it

I got a couple marbles missing I know

Now there’s marbles all on the floor

On the bathroom, kitchen and stove

I got bitches on my cellular callin' and confessing

But I don’t reply cause thats the clearest way to send a message

Paper running through my jugular

I’m blowing loud, throwing thous', getting drunk

You know my style

And my momma still say she proud, that’s mula


[Chorus: Big Sean]

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


[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

I'm winning, I don't owe nann nigga shit

Came in this motherfucker by myself

Smoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AH

My gold on, I'm the bomb, I'm talking goldmine

Nigga's taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline

And I touchdown, goal line, y'all ain't killing shit

Brrrraatttt, shoot every nigga in your clique

I'm on one, let me jog your memory

Me and Nells on the milerun, uh

Shawty gonna need her drawers done

Eat her pussy til' it's all gone, uh

And I still ain't ever been robbed, so nigga don't try me

Two niggas with guns, snatch yo' wallet

That's pickpocket, they want my I.D, and I spaz on em'

Treat niggas like strippers and put cash on em'

Got a new chopper and that bitch still got a tag on it

If you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainless

So I'm about to be dumb as fuck

Cause' God blesses fools in badges

When I was fifteen I was felon

When you were fifteen you were yelling:

"Mama come get this nigga off my fucking melon, DAMN IT!"


[Chorus: Big Sean]

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


[Verse 4: Earlly Mac]

Scared money never gon' make nothin', (thats right)

Gotta get it my medula

Couple dollars in the waist band, (thats right)

Nigga hula-hoop with the mula

Everyday that I wake I say grace

Hallelujah welcome back like Mase

Bitches only fuck niggas with the cream

A nigga this fresh ain't never gon' date

Ay, they say we can't maintain

Only real niggas remain

'Ye say that we the new slaves

I need to ball with a chain

I got a real bad bitch I haven't seen her in a month

With some twins so big she can put em' in a bunk

Ooh I love it when she drop it and spread it like 

When I see the camel all I wanna do is hump

Okay the Hall of Fame keep callin' my name

Got a mural on the wall I'mma legend

Okay, I'm from the motor city and been have drive

I just need a little gas in my engine

Okay, we all in the game and we ballin' the same but

Home team nigga thats a blessing

I'm a bad mothafucker just tryna get some credit

So good it can get me into heaven, nigga


[Chorus: Big Sean]

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

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