[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, M-U-L-A (Mula Baby)
Ayy, hold on, ayy, what he say? Uh (Woo)
She make it clap, clap, clap
Yeah, you can get clapped, clapped, clapped (On gang, ayy)
Hold on, ayy (You already know how I'm rockin')
Yeah, ayy (Like cut off stockings, keep cash in my pockets)
She make it— (All designer, get your grind up, not your funny, lame-ass games)
Uh, uh, ayy (We counting big chips, big strips, all that)
[Verse]
Ayy, wait, ayy, hold on, ayy (Shh, shh), you hear that?
That's the sound how I'm thumb through them racks
Extended little clip on a drum with some tits
It go "thrrah", that's the sound of that motherfuckin' MAC
Ayy, she toot it up, throw it back on the D
Round of applause how I, uh, how I smack on her ass
Ayy, me going broke, that's a myth, stop the cap
Bitch, you know I keep racks, racks on racks
Ayy, niggas talk down on my name to a bitch
He can't get for a fact, yeah, you can get clapped
Ayy, I don't givе a fuck bout none of that shit
Asian doll, knock your ass, put off of that map
Ayy, she make it clap to thе sound of the beat
How she throw that ass back while she making it clap
No, I can't fuck with him 'cause I know he a rat
Way before this corona, I been rockin' masks
Circle real smaller than middle of CDs
Came out the blue rocking and ice, some VVs
Niggas sneak diss but they really wanna be me
I got all these hoes tryna pull up and eat me
Ayy, it cost some money to pull and see me
Niggas be watching me more than some TVs
Yeah, I make this shit look so easy believe me
I poured me four in some pint, now I'm sleepy
And you can get shook like motherfuckin' martinis
We aiming at anything that don't got titties
If we don't hit you, double back like a frisbee
If it ain't man down, then we pop up like genies
And bro in this bitch sending shots like a sub tweet
We on your cap like a motherfuckin' beanie
At first they ain't believe me, but now I'm on TV
I got all these hoes at my shoes flashing chi-chis (Ayy, gang)
[Chorus]
Hold on, ayy, what he say? (Ayy, woo) Yeah, uh
She make it clap, clap, clap
You can get clapped, clapped clapped (Gang, gang)
Hold on, what he say? Ayy (Mula baby, uh)
She make it clap, clap, clap
Yeah, you can get whacked, whacked, whacked (Mula baby)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, M-U-L-A (Mula Baby)
Ayy, hold on, ayy, what he say? Uh (Woo)
She make it clap, clap, clap
Yeah, you can get clapped, clapped, clapped (On gang, ayy)
Hold on, ayy (You already know how I'm rockin')
Yeah, ayy (Like cut off stockings, keep cash in my pockets)
She make it— (All designer, get your grind up, not your funny, lame-ass games)
Uh, uh, ayy (We counting big chips, big strips, all that)
[Verse]
Ayy, wait, ayy, hold on, ayy (Shh, shh), you hear that?
That's the sound how I'm thumb through them racks
Extended little clip on a drum with some tits
It go "thrrah", that's the sound of that motherfuckin' MAC
Ayy, she toot it up, throw it back on the D
Round of applause how I, uh, how I smack on her ass
Ayy, me going broke, that's a myth, stop the cap
Bitch, you know I keep racks, racks on racks
Ayy, niggas talk down on my name to a bitch
He can't get for a fact, yeah, you can get clapped
Ayy, I don't givе a fuck bout none of that shit
Asian doll, knock your ass, put off of that map
Ayy, she make it clap to thе sound of the beat
How she throw that ass back while she making it clap
No, I can't fuck with him 'cause I know he a rat
Way before this corona, I been rockin' masks
Circle real smaller than middle of CDs
Came out the blue rocking and ice, some VVs
Niggas sneak diss but they really wanna be me
I got all these hoes tryna pull up and eat me
Ayy, it cost some money to pull and see me
Niggas be watching me more than some TVs
Yeah, I make this shit look so easy believe me
I poured me four in some pint, now I'm sleepy
And you can get shook like motherfuckin' martinis
We aiming at anything that don't got titties
If we don't hit you, double back like a frisbee
If it ain't man down, then we pop up like genies
And bro in this bitch sending shots like a sub tweet
We on your cap like a motherfuckin' beanie
At first they ain't believe me, but now I'm on TV
I got all these hoes at my shoes flashing chi-chis (Ayy, gang)
[Chorus]
Hold on, ayy, what he say? (Ayy, woo) Yeah, uh
She make it clap, clap, clap
You can get clapped, clapped clapped (Gang, gang)
Hold on, what he say? Ayy (Mula baby, uh)
She make it clap, clap, clap
Yeah, you can get whacked, whacked, whacked (Mula baby)
( Marty Mula )
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