Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Em
Man, starting five when it's game time
Em
Talking drugs on my main line
Em
That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you
EmEm
Ain't have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I'm at
Em
I can vision this shit, had a dream
Em
Call me Jay Luther King
GAm
Now I woke up and I'm living this shit
Em
Time change, people change too
Em
Never let the people change you
Em
Pack made a safe, we straight
GAm
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Em
Got two snow bunnies with me
Em
One Becky one named Sue
Em
Sue don't really do what Becky do
GAm
Becky sexual with the crew (gang)
Em
2000 at HollyGrove
Em
That's the year of the Mula
GAm
I put that on Mula
EmEm
Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe
GAm
I need a bitch from Aruba
Em
She say my dick like a ruler
GAm
She lemme fuck her medula
Em
Then I pass that hoe to Euro
Em
When it come to head, that hoe better than Super
I'm gone
[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
EmF#mGAm
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
EmGAm
I got the way with this shit
EmGAm
Grind everyday for this shit
Em
Every night bad hoes
Em
Shop open no closed
Em
Make money, stack mo
GAm
I guess this what they ask fo'
EmAm
Wait, yeah
EmAm
Mula Gang
EmAm
Mula Gang
EmAm
Yeah, yeah
EmAm
Mula Gang
EmAm
Mula Gang
Verse 2: Euro]
Check
Em
I'ma do 'em like Big Meech
Em
This strip club's in '03
Em
Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT
Em
Keith Moore with a low fade
Em
Fiends still in the Stone Age
Em
Goons in the crowd strapped ho
Em
They don't clap while I'm on stage!
Em
Side talk, I'm immune to
GAm
Been the new kid in the new school
Em
I ain't too fond of the new school
GAm
I'm an old soul in a young man
Em
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
GAm
Two cokes still a hot boy
Em
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to
EmGAm
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines
EmGAm
I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time
EmGAm
We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs
EmGAm
Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up
EmGAm
I think I'm made for this shit
[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
EmF#mGAm
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
EmGAm
I got the way with this shit
EmGAm
Grind everyday for this shit
Em
Every night bad hoes
Em
Shop open no closed
Em
Make money, stack mo
GAm
I guess this what they ask fo'
EmAm
Wait, yeah
EmAm
Mula Gang
EmAm
Mula Gang
EmAm
Yeah, yeah
EmAm
Mula Gang
EmAm
Mula Gang
Verse 3: HoodyBaby]
Em
I'm Steph Curry I'm Wardell
Em
I'm all hell, when the Warriors come out to play they all fell
EmAm
I got fish scale, I got four scales
EmGAm
I'm the nigga in the city pushing dope deals
Em
Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears
Em
I can clear 200,000 like my throat, yeah
Em
I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie
EmGAm
Bitches call me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied
EmGAm
Oh that went over your head? I'm over qualified
EmGAm
Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive
EmGAm
Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
EmGAm
All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right
Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Em
L-A-T
Em
Moms just hard on me with grades
Em
Had to turn them B's to A's
Em
Now im turning words to paper
Em
Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs
Em
I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise
Em
Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread
Em
I ain't burn the bread
EmEm
Man the Golden State turning more than heads
Em
Take it in my hand, turn it into bread
EmEm
Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds
EmEm
Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds
Em
Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears
Em
Don't try to son me Reg
Em
I'll knock ya off the ledge
Em
I'll pop off on sketch
Em
Praying like pledge, bullets gon' spread
Em
Catch 'em like Dez, all in ya ass
Em
Handguns in the console
GAm
I'm a shark in the fishbowl
Em
Running plays on my rich hoes
GAm
Sunny days in the North Pole
Em
I'm a play, play my part hoe
GAm
Turn a rock to the charcoal
Em
Heart thrives but my heart closed
GAm
Short ride on a long road
Em
Long days and them long nights
GAm
Big dogs and we all bite
Em
Big words just all hype
GAm
Small talk, large price
Em
Alright, not nice
GAm
Heart cold, hot ice
EmGAm
She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic
EmGAm
Stop light, stop running your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
Em
From a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas
GAm
Got fuckin problems, tryna figure 'em out
Em
Niggas run in your house waiting on my count
GAm
Bitches in they house waiting on my call
Em
Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang
GAm
Yes Lord
I think I'm made for this shit
[Hook: Jay Jones]
[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne]
EmF#mGAm
Wait, I think I'm made for this shit
EmGAm
I got the way with this shit
EmGAm
Grind everyday for this shit
Em
Every night bad hoes
Em
Shop open no closed
Em
Make money, stack mo
GAm
I guess this what they ask fo'
EmAm
Wait, yeah
EmAm
Mula Gang
EmAm
Mula Gang
EmAm
Yeah, yeah
EmAm
Mula Gang
EmAm
Mula Gang
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.