Add It Up - Gucci Mane, DJ Drama

Add it up, add it up

See ya homie tatted up

If used to make uou mad, it’s gone make you madder

Add it up, add it up

Got the fire back it up

See ya homie swagged up

It’s the gangsta grill

These boys be ill

Add it up, add it up

Add it up, add it up

Jumpin' out my beamer like a stuntman on a stunt

Though my leather is so soft I put my top off in the trunk

Baby shakin' gettin' places say she seen me in my dump

Picked her up in purple 'vette deuces on back 20s on front

Gucci shout at hot tamales even copped a Masarati

And that Lambi and a Bentley shout out to my nigga Quic

Shout out to my boy Diego makin' pesos for them bricks

Gucci Gucci I’m here truly east Atlanta is the shit

I turn my swag up I’m swaggered up, Yea Gucci got his swag up

Well think you think you mad now I’m a make you madder

I’m swaged up I’m swaggered up boy I think I’m so swagged up

You mustard boy so ketch it up cause I think I’m so swaged up

Back on that dope shit tractor, trailer, boat shit

Cookin' up that coke quick, cookin' up that dope quick

Cookin' up that coca, You can call me Sosa

Rollin up the chocha, I need me some mo' bruh

Partna you a puta, grande mude mucha

Ask me for a deuce, Fronted you an ocho

Bring me all my pesos, You know my amigo

My plug half Columbian, Gucci Mane’s a negro

Smokin' on this weed doe

My girlfriend is bilingual

Ask me to speak English but I’m talkin' with my fingers

Brazilian bitches bathing in a bath tub full of singles

Snortin' powder, smokin' weed, yes they poppin' pills

M6 drop top Beamer shipped from Germany

Outfit from Sicily my bank account in Switzerland

Literally So Icy the Entity

Gucci Mane’s the businessman so tell me what the business be BITCH

Me casa is colossal swallow water with a bottle hollow

Shout out to my boy Rocco I ball like no tomorrow

And my watch is real retarded so I call it Lil Darryl

Shoot you point blank in yo head just like 'caine cousin Harold

Gansta Grillz you bastards shout out to Drama

The feds try get I’ma look and say your honor, I’m guilty

Get money make money I’m filthy

Dog do you feel me?

dog do you feel me?

Cocaine lately sellin' good and my city set

Gucci gotta bitch for every letter in the alphabet

If you listenin' to this it’s the movie

It’s gangsta grillz and iceman Gucci

Pull the cars out turn the sound up

Clear the bars out for a gangsta