Rich Homie Quan - Family & Mula Lyrics

Rich Homie Quan - Family & Mula Lyrics.

Stand on the porch with the big dog nigga you a poodle

So much ice had to pull my wrist out the cooler

Everybody claim they shooting until I pull up with a shooter

Twenty six inches on a f little nigga get a ruller

I been trying to stay in my bag you know how I do it

That forty gone blast I call it my cougar

Only thing I care about is that family and that Mula

I say only thing I care about family and that Mula

Family first, money second

Everything after that add up

We don't like to talk about what we been through cause you know that sh*t bring bad luck

And I ain't been to the safe deposit in a minute

Last time I went it was backed up

Can't remember last time I trust somebody

I don't even remember if I had love

The money been accounted for These niggas still hating

They been bite the sound, you can tell by the cadence

But I ain't tripping I can't make another one cause they all my babies

You been hustling since thirty, now you pushing 40

How you wait to start saving

Niggas ass backwards, niggas be flexing

Niggas be faking

Reminiscing about Cee money think about my boy daily

And we still getting money, me and nard was just at your grave

Mad cause it'll never be the same

Stand on the porch with the big dog nigga you a poodle

So much ice had to pull my wrist out the cooler

Everybody claim they shooting until I pull up with a shooter

Twenty six inches on a f little nigga get a ruller

I been trying to stay in my bag you know how I do it

That forty gone blast I call it my cougar

Only thing I care about is that family and that Mula

I say only thing I care about family and that Mula

Should I ship it ou yo, ou yo

Feeling paranoid I'm extra strapped

She say it's a caution for that pussy take a [?]

Feel I'm getting lost up in that pussy take an extra lap

Then hold up take another the one

I might give her brother one

Trap it all, up all night f**king, taking adderral

Bag it all, think I rob her cousin, she ain't mad at all

Leave her, she might throw a fit I try to leave her

Keep him, he ain't catch a bullet then they weaved him

Kill him laughing, dumb dumb crashing

Car go fast, car go fast, police passing like

How you figure it's f**k me ehh

b**ch talking like f**k me ehh

That like you cross, that light been dark

Your more like puppy eeh

Stand on the porch with the big dog nigga you a poodle

So much ice had to pull my wrist out the cooler

Everybody claim they shooting until I pull up with a shooter

Twenty six inches on a f little nigga get a ruller

I been trying to stay in my bag you know how I do it

That forty gone blast I call it my cougar

Only thing I care about is that family and that Mula

I say only thing I care about family and that Mula