The Formula Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Lets go

I wanna know what it feel like

Don't wanna do it if it ain't right

No

But I wanna know what it feel like

I think about it deep into the night

Cuz I wanna know what it feel like

I wanna know what it feel like

I wanna know what it feel like

Take a look

What do we have

What do you want

What can you grab

What do you flaunt

What do you flash

Never the cash

Never the stash

Both of my legs I be runnin the race

Chef in the kitchen I give 'em a taste

Spoonful melody straight to the face

Uppercut twice now it's blood in yo space

Whole lotta red

Some of em dead

Shit I don't know I be wreckin' the mic and I'm stackin' it til I git fed

Trackin' it all from the head

Straight from the tip

Right off the rip

Audio drip

Yeah

Slide to the side for the VIP

Water is plentiful but don't slip

Feelin' is mutual please don't trip

Yeah

Uh

See you ain't have to get but I ain't havin' it

Uh

The energy I'm burnin' up while I do this shit

Uh

I can see it all over they face

Vibe way different I'm on the chase

Sauce straight burnin' yo eye

Doin' it fore I die

They got murder all on the case

So we don't go

Moving too slow for the feel

Make it right with the real

Knee-deep up in the field with the grass and the cash

And the name but we not the same

Not even the game

It ain't no rules

Not for the pussy the cars or the jewels

That's why they poppin' the trunk for the tools

But so what

I wanna know what it feel like

Don't wanna do it if it ain't right

No

But I wanna know what it feel like

I think about it deep into the night

Cuz I wanna know what it feels like

I wanna know what it feel like

I wanna know what it feel like

Step inside my mind and have a seat

I'm pourin' you a drink

But don't get it twisted I don't give a fuck 'bout what you think

Sixes on me

Neck is icy like I'm slidin' in a rink

Kill this beat dead hide the body til it start to stink

Then we move it to another box and paint that ho pink

Steppin' up out in the Rolls finest leather freshest mink

Smokin' on the super veggie lots of iron lots of zinc

Count the money in the tub and wash the tools in the sink

Keep it quiet til you buy it what them old heads say

Pistol for a little issue how them young boys play

Microphone inside my grip then I'm gon git up and slay

Get money up today

Homie so fuck whatcha say

Im gone do it my way cuz

I wanna know what it feel like

I wanna know what it feel like