Formula Migos

[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