Bula Bula Mama Chula
rap, Boyband pop banger with male vocals over glossy 80s pads and trancey synth arps; reggae‑skank guitars on the offbeat, hip‑hop drum groove, goofy ad‑libs. Big orchestral swells lift into a ravey, gang‑chant chorus, then drop to a cheeky half‑time bridge before the final hands‑in‑the‑air hook., male vocals, hip hop, fake, reggae, trance, comedy, new rave, pop, electro, orchestral
Bula Bula Mama Chula
rap, Boyband pop banger with male vocals over glossy 80s pads and trancey synth arps; reggae‑skank guitars on the offbeat, hip‑hop drum groove, goofy ad‑libs. Big orchestral swells lift into a ravey, gang‑chant chorus, then drop to a cheeky half‑time bridge before the final hands‑in‑the‑air hook., male vocals, hip hop, fake, reggae, trance, comedy, new rave, pop, electro, orchestral
Lyrics
Intro
Bula bula
Mama Chula
Answer, answer
On the scooter
[spoken] Hey baby… yeah, it’s me… again
Verse 1
I’m in “Africa”
Background’s a rented pool
Designer slides
But the tag says “school”
Pixel-perfect smile
Signal “breaking up”
Say I love you, love you
While I top you up
Pre-Chorus
You say, “Baby, are you real?”
I say, “Girl, I’m on my knees”
But my knees on a green screen floor
I sell you dreams for receipts
Chorus
Bula Bula, Mama Chula
Type that code in a little bit sooner
Screenshot, send it, I’ll “pray for ya”
Hallelujah for the gift card rumor
Bula Bula, Mama Chula
I’m your fake lover, digital intruder
Yeah, Mama Chula, gimme all your money
Gimme all your money, gimme all your money
Verse 2
Good morning texts
At 4 a.m. your time
Baby, I “just woke up”
But it’s midday in my mind
Call you “wifey”
On day two, I rush
Heart emoji storm
While I clear your funds
Pre-Chorus
You say, “Baby, fly to me”
I say, “Visa ain’t that cheap”
Need that one last little favor
Before I book that seat
Chorus
Bridge
whispered vocals
Check your inbox
Check your heart
Who you sending
Those numbers to in the dark
low vocal register
I’m that sweet talk, screenshot king
Promise you a diamond ring
But every “baby, I adore ya”
Just a shortcut to your order
crescendo
Hands up if you’ve ever
Fallen for a pretty lie
Hands up, hands up
Let me hear you justify
Chorus