Formula

Young niggas on the block they
Ain't give a shit we had to get it
We can lose it all today
I know we still gon' get it
This the life that we choose and make
I know we made a milli
But you can throw it all away I
Know we still gon' get it
They want the formula (formula)
The formula (the formula)
Everybody wanna get the formula
They want the formula (formula)
The formula (The formula)
They'll try to take your life
To get the formula

They'll try to take your life
Just for the formula
That why I keep my money and
My strap like armour truck
You say young niggas ain't got no
Money you think that's harming us?
Make you believe in Santa Claus
Santa's sack is on us
I know that they hate that I came off a bag
I don't have to boast or brag
Just look at the cash
Nigga don't make me mad
That's why I had to put extensions
In all of my mags all of my life young nigga
Would get into something
Young nigga came up off of nothing
Now I got to learn the different lingo
Taking private jets across the country
You niggas still waiting on your momma
Somebody shine the lights upon them
You know that you need it, you want it
Migo the moment they say that we stole it
Really, I think that we earned it
And the picture we burnt it
All of my life I wanted this shit
Put my name on the jersey

Chef Boyardee I got the formula
Remember trapping midget when I was coming up
I'm on the block all night till the sunrise
Same time that you be getting up pulling up
Hopping out dirty artillery hit you for your
Pack then we gon speed it up
Remember the bando days
We selling the formula it's a pot
And a stove on the furniture
Young nigga trapping bags
On the block with Cam running
From the fucking tag
Robbing the goon old man
Hop in the jag, young nigga hit the dash
One thing about the migo line
Nigga know we living fast whole lot of cash
OG cash bag in the Jag ain't gotta dash
Walk in the mall
Nigga don't check the price tag just
Throw it in the bag
Ain't tryna the ticket don't come at all
If you ain't got the cash
Make a play get the cash right
Back so fast like flash
Fuck it up and take it rodeo yo' ass
It ain't swag we call it dab
Money bags whole slab!

Offset! Ok we blowin' their mind
They think that we signed
You run up on me then your life on the line
If you do not grind then you will not shine
Lil' babies is crying I'm grippin' my 9
Formula, formula, formula
I got the ingredients turn you to a bachelor
Diamonds from Africa, smoking on
Run with the sack then my
Niggas gon' tackle ya
Lil' bitches in the kitchen
Water whippin' makin'
Chickens bout to buy me a Bentley
Call up Flippa he gon'
Grab extensions hit the
Nigga make the nigga get some stitches
Bought the semi smoke him like a chimney
The sins I committed the lord gon' forgive me
The flow we invented you niggas is pitiful
Laugh at you fuck niggas due niggas
Can you keep a chicken for my leverage
If you make me a whole milli
Cheap bags call it
I got the eagles I'm not from Phili
Is on you bentley no
Giving out shots nigga no needle
Three amigos we the new Beatles
Smashin' your bitch got her in the fetal

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