MULA, Put Respect On It

Hola

Turn my mic up

Cootie face, big prance, let's go

Meet in L.A.

Put respect on the name

Walk in cute

You can check in the frame

Here's my type

Now they know who I am

Whole room watching

I ain't even gon' lie

We love to talk

Let the bassline knock

You don't mind, no

I ain't made no spot

Sweet little smile

With a whole lot of nerve

I set my price

Better pay what I'm worth

Lip gloss fresh, got a stain on the rim

Signed my own deal with a pink ink pen

Know we're doing shade, I'm spitting out praise

Down the cell, I hit every room I pass

What you think she is? My style, that's so

Same girl you skipped, now you frontin' my show

I don't chase passers-by, we see from the side

You've been tippin' all day, I've been paid for a smile

Did a waist tag with the big plans

And I had a ten dollar dream from my last dime in

And the whole crew eats, we take some proof

House so flabby, yeah, the chef got moves

Goin' face down when I step in the booth

Let the beat ask questions, I'm tellin' the truth

They want my secret ring, I hold chair

Had to feel visitation, oh, sis

Yeah, A-U-L-A

Put respect in the name

Walk if you

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Heels cut twice

I ain't know who arrived

Whole room watching

I ain't even gon' lie

Who ever talk?

Let the bassline knock

You up, mine out

I ain't make no spot

Sweet little smile

With a whole lot of nerve

I set my price

Better pay more than work

Wait, let me fix my lash

Miss your little jab, I was counting my cash

Booked, busy, back in a backseat

Babe, turn up, let it rattle, blast me

Kick with the calendar, every day packed

If I said I'm coming, put my name on that

Big mouth, couldn't take the risk, it's my word

I just clock in, read it, always on tour

Sew it down, let the diamonds catch light

Work through the morning, record it all night

On the set, baby, here's something for the west

Walk by myself, kiss before another gold chain

Still show love, still love all my girls

Still country, need to get dirt on my clothes

Word on the mic, do the stamp on the track

When I cry, say my names, I don't love nothing

N-U-L-A

Say it with your chest

Beat back