MHD – Afro Trap, Part 1 (La moula) (English lyrics)

1st verse :
I wake up at 6 in the morning in order to get green and purple euro bills
We go from brown to white, change color à la Kartel
I served as much as Federer, Montfils or Novac
Hey, today’s profit is stashed under my parka
I don’t wait to receive any passes to score goals
In your team, there’s nothing but bums and bitches
Banned niggas, dick suckers
I’m not a handyman, I’ve got the street’s vices
Djanka told me “Cafu, drop some classics”
Bullying only pays off if I make my money
It’s you against me, don’t bring your team
I boycotted the room in order to take me a gun
Loca Vida, everything is easy, the dope shit from Morocco, chromed caliber
Pass a phone call if there’s a problem, asshole
We stick together like Yaya and Kolo
Always on the field like Gerrard
The authorities don’t know that I have an army weapon
Stashed away under my boxers
Cité Rouge Jaurès it’s 150
Pass under the porch for a big 50
Waro, tell them that these bastards will talk about Glock
Bastard, that they won’t be able to gun me down
I do things seriously, I’m making ends meet
I’ll leave France
If I make profits it’s not to pay taxes

Chorus :
Who wants mula ?
Nigga, we smoke nothing but mula
But who wants my mula ?
My niggas only smoke mula, jerk
But who wants mula ?
Nigga, we smoke nothing but mula
But who wants my mula ?
My niggas smoke nothing but mula, jerk
You smoked my mula, you coughed
You smoked my mula, you coughed
You smoked my mula, you coughed
You smoked my mula, you coughed
You smoked my mula, you coughed

2nd verse :
Who wants mula ?
Put on your pair of Nike TN, shave your head like Aboulaye
Nigga, here I am for my sonikes, my diakhankes
My poulars and dioulas
I promised you a feat but I lied
I said that you were good but you’re whack
Bro, you won’t even reach 300 views on YouTube
Even if you do your feat with Jay Z
There’s mines all over Paris
CR Jaurès 150, you already know
Fuck the 313, fuck the RHA
Fuck the 807, fuck the colleagues
I’m making my money, I’m living my life
I’m losing homies because trust goes quickly
Salam, I’m counting on no one except my family
I’m careful, but hey, you never know
Ask Byro or moussa
Don’t be a snitch if you’re broke
Every week-end rented pair of Zanotti
In your fridge there’s nothing but butter and bread
The competition is pissed off
I’m stealing the show, so, inevitably there’s jealousy
Their flow, is too fake
No swagger like kata on a boutou
We kick it from Rouge to Jaurès
Stalingrad, Bu-ti, is Cambrai
Baki, tell them that these bastards won’t never be able to overshadow the light
The projects are going to sign with Nikon
Mula service on photo
1.9 network, on the polo
I already started, might as well finish the work

Chorus (2X):
Who wants mula ?
Nigga, we smoke nothing but mula
But who wants my mula ?
My niggas only smoke mula, jerk
But who wants mula ?
Nigga, we smoke nothing but mula
But who wants my mula ?
My niggas smoke nothing but mula, jerk
You smoked my mula, you coughed
You smoked my mula, you coughed
You smoked my mula, you coughed
You smoked my mula, you coughed
You smoked my mula, you coughed

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