MULALA

I'm done with you
You act like I don't exist anymore
You never pay me any attention
You only think about money, money, and more money

Shut your mouth, let me count my cash
No time to talk, if you wanna chat, call someone else
Need new haters 'cause my old ones feel me
My pockets are heavy, you gotta self-check yourself
What did you think? You wanna talk to me, throw that G up
She says I'm hot, I know that for myself too

No doubt about it
And leave your girl at home, she's got issues
Audi RS3 with a panoramic roof, I'm in Shotgun (vroom)
Bro, I'm with the bikers and the workers
We gotta keep going, gotta move forward
My ass comes from the mountains (bang, bang)
I toss my ex in the trash
We're almost at the finish line, tell me, chill out, dude

I say spin that whip, double GG, I'm too lit
I put that rapper in his coffin where his lame career lies (damn)
Goon, I know what counting is, here you gotta be stronger
My whole team on stamina, I'll show you what workers are
Buddy, we’re workhorses, you can ask me for work
Killed it, saw my ex today, still no self-worth (ugh)
Never let yourself break by a fucking slut
Double G connected from [?] to another level
[?] with my G in a KIA, this is for my boys with pipes
Who still work in filas (uhuhuh)
The cops are coming, I gotta bounce
I tell my G, no stress, I’m speeding off on a Gilera

Yeah, we’re on mulalala, mulala
(Tell all those guys we’re making money)
Yeah, we’re on mulalala, mulala
(Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Tell my dude, no stress, 'cause it’s an RS
Speeding on the pavement (with what I got in my dash)
Yeah, we’re on mulalala, mulala

[?] on the block in my Lacoste suit
Everyone's in, but now I know times without cash
Ran into my ex again, still a slut to this day
Stuffing 2 bitches in that Audi, that’s what you call a slut
Bang, bang, hit him, inhale, give gas
Kick him on the German road, stress high, I’m low
Talking on the name, I make my dough and I don’t give a fuck
Ding, ding, ding, here 15 seconds of fame is up
I lock the whole game down, Audi or a Benz
Double G in the booth, those are crates filled with jerrycans
Hated by the crew, but my pockets are heavier
I love the comments 'cause I get better from a hater
Mission hash or Marlboro, I’m on the block with collo
Still, my girl drives me crazy, she wants a massage but gets dollo
For my workers with coco, spin those money machines
You get happy from a little cash, you’ve never seen real money

Yeah, we’re on mulalala, mulala
(Tell all those guys we’re making money)
Yeah, we’re on mulalala, mulala
(Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Tell my dude, no stress, 'cause it’s an RS
Speeding on the pavement (with what I got in my dash)
Yeah, we’re on mulalala, mulala