Song Lyrics

My dog in this bitch (Luca Brasi)
My bad, dog (yeah)
Line 'em up, yeah (you know, man, I'm sorry)
Let 'em do it while I'm doin' my verse, f*ck it
Then after that, we can do it, you know what up
Huh, yeah, record all this, f*ck

Oh, he say he thuggin', well, that shit ain't addin' up (shit ain't addin' up)
I'ma keep on flexin' 'cause these niggas ain't man enough (I'm doin' it)
Bitch, I'm never goin' broke, shit, my money keed addin' up
I'ma keep on thumbin' through hundreds, I count money fast as f*ck, uh

One mil', two mil', uh, I'ma keep addin' up
Three mil', four mil', uh, I'ma keep stackin' up
Five mil', six mil', uh, I'ma keep addin' up (add it up)
Seven mil', eight mil', uh, money keep addin' up (add it up)

Aye, pressure my motive (motive)
I'm thumbin' through something, we blew out the motor
I jump in the bucket, dress up like a woman (come here bitch)
I jump out and bust it in front of the Kroger
Tried to hold on to the holy approach, play for keeps, you gotta know it's approachin'
Hit a sweep, took a lot of my homies, couldn't sleep, Julio, he the closest
Brought the Range out, whippin' the rover, puttin' change out, nigga, you know it
Don't change now, I'ma stay focused, just notice, but try not to notice
Big load, bring a pack to the show, we back now, bringin' it back
Countin' good, my thinkin' intact, I'm hood, I perfected a craft
This means I can see through the glass, SS with a digital dash
With a turbo, goin' launch mode, doin' circles, still hittin' the gas
I signed for a brick and a half, touchdown to a milli in cash
I'm in the 'vet, I'm gettin' neck from a giraffe and I pray to God we don't crash
Yeah, oh

Oh, he say he thuggin', well, that shit ain't addin' up (shit ain't addin' up)
I'ma keep on flexin' 'cause these niggas ain't man enough (they ain't)
Bitch, I'm never goin' broke, shit, my money keed addin' up (Gates)
I'ma keep on thumbin' through hundreds, I count money fast as f*ck, uh (Gates)

One mil', two mil', uh, I'ma keep addin' up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil', four mil', uh, I'ma keep stackin' up (add it up)
Five mil', six mil', uh, I'ma keep addin' up (Gates, Gates)
Seven mil', eight mil', uh, money keep addin' up (Gates, Gates)

Now we back talkin', got out my feelings
Chalk nine, engine got real symbols (do you, Gates)
Glock 9, throwin' that in the blender
Do I gotta mention I'm in the kitchen (I'm in this bitch)
Do I gotta mention, I don't deliver, ex-girlfriend, I don't remember (do you, Gates)
Ex-boyfriend, she don't consider, Goddamn, hm, I get the picture
Vacuum seal one, lower the ticket, vacuum seal numb, I'm 'bout to kill it
Get mad, bitch niggas ability, drop racks, offender a cynic
'Bout to sit down, talk with the city, free my big round, lower the sentence
Bigger bitch down, holdin' her titties, meanwhile, while controllin' the seating
Need help now, loan you a penny, stayed down, would've gave you a ticket
Big feet, bitch, why is you trippin'? Don't get loud, talk with a whisper
When you see me, you know I be glistenin', lil' sneak peak, you know I be listenin'
Sound upset, why is you dissin'? I'ma tap something, make them come get you

Oh, he say he thuggin', well, that shit ain't addin' up (shit ain't addin' up)
I'ma keep on flexin' 'cause these niggas ain't mad enough (they ain't mad)
Bitch, I'm never goin' broke, shit, my money keed addin' up (pew)
I'ma keep on thumbin' through hundreds, I count money fast as f*ck, uh

One mil', two mil', uh, I'ma keep addin' up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil', four mil', uh, I'ma keep stackin' up (add it up)
Five mil', six mil', uh, I'ma keep addin' up (add it up)
Seven mil', eight mil', uh, money keep addin' up (add it up)

Say, Gates, what's happenin'?
The f*ck, dog, I mean, you love this nigga, dog?
I just keep addin' up, dog, lemme show him
You know, I just keep addin' up, you know what I'm sayin'
What up, lemme show him, I'm, huh, I'm him
Wassup?
Luca Brasi

Derrick Carrington Gray, Kevin Gilyard, Vincent Marcellus Watson

The duration of Adding Up is 3:26 minutes and seconds.