Adding Up - Kevin Gates

My bad, dawg

Yeah

Go an' line 'em up, yeah

You know, man, I’m sorry

Let 'em do it while I’m doin' my verse, fuck it

Then after that, we can do it, you know, what up?

Huh, me?

Yeah, record all this, fuck it

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 keep addin' up

I’ma keep on thumbin' through hunnids, I count money fast as fuck, 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)

Ay, 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 that 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 (I'm doin' it)

Bitch, I’m never goin' broke, shit, my money keep addin' up

I’ma keep on thumbin' through hunnids, I count money fast as fuck, 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 reassembled (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, hmm, 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

Dick a bitch down, holdin' her titties

Meanwhile, while controllin' the seatin'

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 somethin', 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 man enough (I'm doin' it)

Bitch, I’m never goin' broke, shit, my money keep addin' up

I’ma keep on thumbin' through hunnids, I count money fast as fuck, 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 fuck, dawg, I mean, you love this nigga, dawg?

I just keep addin' up, dawg, 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