歌手:Lil Wayne
专辑:《Tha Carter VI (Bonus)》

作词 : Dwayne Carter/Neal Carter/adam oyenuga/Gregory Phillips
作曲 : Dwayne Carter/Neal Carter/adam oyenuga/Gregory Phillips
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
**** that lil' bankroll you got in your pockets, my fit cost more, yeah
**** 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 ****in' your daughter, I'm ****in' 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 **** her raw if she broke
Can't **** 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