[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
