Formula

[Hook: Quavo]

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

[Verse 1: Quavo]

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

[Hook: Quavo]

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

[Verse 2: Takeoff]

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!

[Hook: Quavo]

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

[Verse 3: Offset]

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

[Hook: Quavo]

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