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conversations.value: Write me a song called Mula Gang with the following description: Mula Gang is Lil Wayne’s record label,  ‘'Young Money Entertainment’' —an imprint of Cash Money Records. Alongside fellow Young Money artist Euro and Hoodybaby is their latest signee Jay Jones. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Jay Jones]
  Man, startin' five when it's game time (Dawg, ayy)
  Talkin' drugs on my main line
  That's a strange sign, can't really trust you (Okay)
  Ain't have a clue that I was workin' so hard to get where I'm at
  I can vision this shit, had a dream, call me Jay Luther King
  Now I woke up and I'm livin' this shit
  Time change, people change too (Right?), never let the people change you (Right?)
  Pack made it safe, we straight (Woo), pull off in a cocaine coupe (Skrrt)
  Got two snow bunnies with me (Yeah), one Becky one named Sue (Yeah)
  Sue don't really do what Becky do (Yeah), Becky sexual with the crew
  Gang, 2000 at HollyGrove, this the year of the Mula, I put that on Mula (Who want it?)
  Pull out the passports, fuck a city ho, I need a bitch from Aruba (Gone)
  She say my dick like a ruler (Woo), she let me fuck her medulla
  Then I pass that ho to Euro
  , when it come to head, that ho better than Super, I'm gone (Hey, hey)
  [Pre-Chorus: Jay Jones]
  Wait, I think I'm made for this shit (Hey)
  I got the way with this shit (Hey), grind every day for this shit (Woo, woo)
  Every night, bad hoes (Gang), shop open, no closed (Gang)
  Make money, stack more (Gang), I guess that's what they ask for (Gang)
  [Chorus: Jay Jones]
  Wait, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang (Yeah)
  Woo, man (Yeah), Mula Gang
  Yeah, yeah (Gang), Mula Gang (Woo)
  Gang, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang [Verse 2: Euro]
  Check, I'ma do 'em like Big Meech
  , this strip club's in '03
  Like when MJ dropped sixty-nine on the Cavs in OT
  Keith Moore with a low fade, fiends still in the Stone Age
  Goons in the crowd strapped hope, they don't clap while I'm on stage
  Side talk, I'm immune to, been the new kid in the new school
  I ain't too fond of the new school, I'm an old soul in a young man
  Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through, two cokes still a hot boy
  But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'til I beat whoever I lose to
  We the ones who had good girls by the pool snortin' up lines
  I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time
  We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwin' up signs (Signs)
  Born to lose but I built up, always knew growin' up I
  I think I'm made for this shit
  [Pre-Chorus: Jay Jones]
  Wait, I think I'm made for this shit (Hey)
  I got the way with this shit (Hey), grind every day for this shit (Woo, woo)
  Every night, bad hoes (Gang), shop open, no closed (Gang)
  Make money, stack more (Gang), I guess that's what they ask for (Gang)
  [Chorus: Jay Jones]
  Wait, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang (Yeah)
  Woo, man (Yeah), Mula Gang
  Yeah, yeah (Gang), Mula Gang (Woo)
  Gang, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang [Verse 3: HoodyBaby]
  I'm Steph Curry, I'm Wardell
  , 
  I'm all hell
  When the Warriors come out to play, y'all all fail
  I got fish scale, I got four scales
  I'm the nigga in the city pushin' dope deals
  HoodyBaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears
  I can clear two-hunnid thousand like my throat, yeah
  I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie
  Bitches call me HoodyBear, i'm koala-fied
  Oh that went over your head? I'm over qualified
  Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive
  Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide
  All this trappin' in my Jesus piece like show you right
  [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
  L.A.T
  , Moms was hard on me with grades
  Had to turn them Bs to A, now I'm turning words to paper
  Turnin' birds to haters, fry their wings and legs
  I prefer a leg, I deserve a raise
  Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread
  I ain't burn the bread, made it gold instead
  Turning more than heads, take a lemon head
  Turn it into bread, got the golden dreads
  Got me on the meds, 
  had a talk with Tez
  About me on the meds, forgot the shit he said
  I'm out here on the edge
  , don't try to sell me, Reg
  I'll knock you off the ledge, I'll pop off on sketch
  Prayin' like pledge
  , bullets gon' spread
  Catch 'em like Dez, all in your ass
  Handguns in the console, I'm a shark in the fishbowl
  Runnin' plays on my rich hoes, sunny days in the North Pole
  I'm a player, play my part, ho, turn a rock to the charcoal
  Heart throb but my heart close, short ride on a long road
  Long days and them long nights, big dogs, yeah, we all bite
  Big words, just all hype, small talk, large price
  Alright, not nice, heart cold, hot ice
  She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic
  Stop light, stop runnin' your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth
  From a hundred dollas to a hundred accounts
  Got fuckin' problems, tryna figure 'em out
  Niggas run in your house waitin' on my count
  Bitches in they house waiting on my call
  Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang, yes, Lord
  I think I'm made for this shit [Pre-Chorus: Jay Jones]
  Wait, I think I'm made for this shit (Hey)
  I got the way with this shit (Hey), grind every day for this shit (Woo, woo)
  Every night, bad hoes (Gang), shop open, no closed (Gang)
  Make money, stack more (Gang), I guess that's what they ask for (Gang)
  [Chorus: Jay Jones]
  Wait, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang (Yeah)
  Woo, man (Yeah), Mula Gang
  Yeah, yeah (Gang), Mula Gang (Woo)
  Gang, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang