4MULA

[Intro] They just want the formula [Hook] They just want the formula The way I get it, got me feeling like a regular I tell lil' shawty fore you ride me, “ Better saddle up. ” Gotta get them commas beepin like a cellular-beepin' (Like a what?) Beepin like a cellular. (Like a what, Prrt-Prrt) They just want the formula The way I get it, got me feeling like a regular I tell lil' shawty fore you ride me, “ Better saddle up. ” Gotta get them commas beepin like a cellular-beepin' like a cellular. (Prrt-Prrt) [Verse 1] Oh my, I be losing my mind yeah-eh, (Yeah) Dig her hard, dunno what I'm gon' find, yeah. (Yeah) Only I can take myself out, I'm the prime niqqa, eh. (I'm the Prime) I could kill you for this money, passion crime, niqqa, eh (Passion crime, yeah) Wasn't chose for this shit, from the start, nah, (No!) Had to paint the picture clear, showcase the art, niqqa, eh. (Paint it, yeah) Paint your kitty white, extensive like a brush, thotie, (Like a what?!) Like a brush, shawty, (Like a what?!) Show me what you got, honey Instead o' gettin better and better, I'm still illest, (Still sick) And doubling up all o' them commas, yeah, das business (Yeah, das business) Spittin out these verses and curses but I ain't preaching, (Never preaching) Got these niqqas nipped in the bud, and now they be creepin' coz- [Hook] They just want the formula, (Oooh shit!) The way I get it, got me feeling like a regular (Yeah-yeah-yeah!) I tell lil' shawty fore you ride me, ” Better saddle up. ” Gotta get them commas beepin like a cellular-beepin' like a cellular (Like a what, like a what?! Prrt-Prrt.) They just want the formula, (Yeah) The way I get it, got me feeling like a regular I tell lil' shawty fore you ride me, ” Better saddle up. ” Gotta get them commas beepin like a cellular-beepin' like a cellular (Like a what, like a- Prrt-Prrt.) [Verse 2] Got that caution on my forehead when I'm walkin out Nah, I ain't need no gang for no backings if you be walking up. (No!) Cowards move in the dark, you be one but you still acting tough Always puttin' out that dope shit, I'm the plug, I got the stuff (Hhah-hha!) This no game, niqqa Aanown still gotta get pay, niqqa You just claim, niqqa Bunch o' lil wannabe niqqas wanting fame, niqqa So call me Cosimo, this that Figaro Niqqas creepin', I can hear the creaking floor I been making moves like a bunch o' spores Tryna get that paper just to drip a storm My lines are my sweat, when I get a lil bit hot I expel em' by pores I'ma hit with no pause, I'ma spread em' like doors I was hoping you'd leave me a scratch with those claws He ain't doin' it right, lemme settle the score From the way that y'all rap, you ain't ready for 4055 I flail my bars like a frisbee tossed I'm in it to win it, no takin' no loss, niqqa [Hook] They-they just want the formula The way I get it, got me feeling like a regular I tell lil shawty fore you ride me, better saddle up Gotta get them commas beepin like a cellular-beepin' (Like a what?) Beepin like a cellular. (Like a what, Prrt-Prrt) They just want the formula The way I get it, got me feeling like a regular I tell lil shawty fore you ride me, better saddle up Gotta get them commas beepin like a cellular-beepin' like a cellular (Prrt-Prrt) [Instrumental Outro] (Prrt-Prrt)