Lyrics Pogo Stick by P Money

You wanna run around and tell me now
Tell me now
‘cause I need to believe that this is solid ground
Solid ground

I-I-I got the formula and it's sick (sick)
I get your body movin' like a pogo stick
Up and down, yeah, I'm running this sh*t
Put my foot to the pedal when I'm racing, b*t*h (yeah, man)

Got the ba**line booming, bad boys zoomin'
Runnin' this sh*t since I came, no losing
And I'm running it now
When the ba** kicks in, we ain't slowin' down

I'm a-I'm a Salford kid with the silliest flows
Got American dons loving Big Boy Toe
In a German whip, so I can't go slow
Been graftin' all year, now I got that dough

Summer time, put your drinks to the sky
Getting waved with the boys on a flight to Dubai
Wanna shutdown shows and live till I die
Got too much I wanna say, I'mma reach for the sky
I got-I got the formula and it's sick (sick)
I get your body movin' like a pogo stick
Up and down, yеah, I'm running this sh*t
Put my foot to the pedal when I'm racing, b*t*h (yеah, man)

Got the ba**line booming, bad boys zoomin'
Runnin' this sh*t since I came, no losing
And I'm running it now
When the ba** kicks in, we ain't slowin' down

Got your-got your bird coming back like a yo-yo
Don't miss a shot ‘cause I get bad FOMO
I get mad on the beat, so loco
M-way speeding like I'm in slo-mo

Success on my mind and I need it
No rest, no sleep, re-gen like a phoenix
In my own lane, and I mean it
Turn this sh*t to the max and feel it-feel it

I got-I got the formula and it's sick (sick)
I get your body movin' like a pogo stick
Up and down, yeah, I'm running this sh*t
Put my foot to the pedal when I'm racing, b*t*h (yeah, man)
Got the ba**line booming, bad boys zoomin'
Runnin' this sh*t since I came, no losing
And I'm running it now
When the ba** kicks in, we ain't slowin' down

Yo, too-too-too fast and too real
Ain't nobody tryna trouble a brother with no skill
Got ‘em wondering “How'd he do it with no deal?”
I'm an April baby, pay me my bills
Pedal to the metal, see how this whip goes
Engine sound, I'm betting your chick knows
Everybody begging to get on a big show
This formula's dope, P Money & Big Toe

I got-I got the formula and it's sick (sick)
I get your body movin' like a pogo stick
Up and down, yeah, I'm running this sh*t
Put my foot to the pedal when I'm racing, b*t*h (yeah, man)

Got the ba**line booming, bad boys zoomin'
Runnin' this sh*t since I came, no losing
And I'm running it now
When the ba** kicks in, we ain't slowin' down
You wanna run around and tell me now
Tell me now
‘cause I need to believe that this is solid ground
Solid ground