"Add It Up" lyrics

I don't know, he be talking like he getting money and all that, you know, shit really ain't adding up
Shit ain't adding up
He ain't get no money, double whatchu making, it ain't adding up
Cap, nigga, shit ain't adding up

Flexing other niggas paper, it ain't adding up
I can double what you making, it ain't adding up
I can only fuck on bitches that be bad as fuck
I just broke another money counter, shit wasn't adding up
Flexing other niggas paper, it ain't adding up
I can double what you making, it ain't adding up
I can only fuck on bitches that be bad as fuck
I just broke another money counter, shit wasn't adding up

Took a private jet, I ain't gotta wait to pick my baggage up
Man hold up, you can't see that we them niggas? Pick your glasses up
Nigga tried to tax me for some juice, he got me mad as fuck
This foreign drive itself, ain't gotta touch shit while I'm backing up
All the niggas who I thought was getting money really broke as fuck
Every time we walk inside the building bitches focus up
Lame nigga thought he had some Wok, he sipping Robitussin
With the baddest bitches getting shoulder rubs in a Maybach truck
Fuck them other niggas, I sell pounds with my niggas
Promise we gone have to leave the town once we finish
She keep squirting, tell that bitch "lay on the towel while I'm hitting"
Nigga swear he had the money and the hoes but no he didn't

Flexing other niggas paper, it ain't adding up
I can double what you making, it ain't adding up
I can only fuck on bitches that be bad as fuck
I just broke another money counter, shit wasn't adding up
Flexing other niggas paper, it ain't adding up
I can double what you making, it ain't adding up
I can only fuck on bitches that be bad as fuck
I just broke another money counter, shit wasn't adding up

Yeah they show me favoritism when I'm up at Staples Center
Nigga went and got the Rollie but ain't get the papers wit it
When I dig inside my pockets, I got Ben & Franklin with me
Out the Blue, that's how we coming, don't ask who run the city
It be nights where I forget I'm famous, this shit get dangerous
All the bitches like to yell my name out while I'm on stage
She gone fit me in that schedule, she made arrangements
BucksClan in this bitch with Chopsquad, we making bangers
Check my bank account, I think I caught the holy ghost
Hit her from the back, and now this bitch got scoliosis
I can't fuck with bitches who be moving off emotions
Call me President Obama but I swear I'm never voting
Catch me doing donuts, swerving in that Can-Am
I just moved my bitch from out the hood, to downtown
Old bitches drowning, I might hold they heads down
Called him out, now he gotta stand on everything he said now

Flexing other niggas paper, It ain't adding up
I can double what you making, it ain't adding up
I can only fuck on bitches that be bad as fuck
I just broke another money counter, shit wasn't adding up
Flexing other niggas paper, it ain't adding up
I can double what you making, it ain't adding up
I can only fuck on bitches that be bad as fuck
I just broke another money counter, shit wasn't adding up

Big money, it keep falling on me, yeah it's piling up
Hundred on me, really ninety nine but fuck it, round it up
I just dropped the top while getting top, this bitch wild as fuck
If I put the Lambo in strada it get loud as fuck
Post a picture Prada down, they say I don't really smile enough
Keep fucking up my rims, I'm on Western at the tire shop
In my city I'm that nigga, what the fuck I gotta lie about?
I'm the hottest nigga, they can't put my fire out
Big blues, don't let me get to pulling giants out
All my bitches mad, damn what they find out?
Chopsquad and BucksClan, yeah we locked in
That little shit ain't adding up, nigga stop playing
Hit the club for ten minutes, yeah they pay me just to pop in
Leaving out with two models, yeah we walking out with locked hands
Shoot my shot at any bitch, If she bad I got the hot hand
All my niggas on stage with heavy metal like a rock band

Flexing other niggas paper, It ain't adding up
I can double what you making, it ain't adding up
I can only fuck on bitches that be bad as fuck
I just broke another money counter, shit wasn't adding up
Flexing other niggas paper, it ain't adding up
I can double what you making, it ain't adding up
I can only fuck on bitches that be bad as fuck
I just broke another money counter, shit wasn't adding up

Three grams in the Russian cream, this bitch fat as fuck
Chilling with the mother of your child, your son bad as fuck
I hear you keep talking money but it ain't adding up
With a bitch that really think she perfect, she ain't bad enough
Telling bitches how I feel, I don't gas em up
Why you happy at your baby shower? Your bitch trash as fuck
Got on Marni & Celine, damn who stabbed him up?
Got on thousand dollar white jeans, why I'm standing up?
I like taking niggas bitches, tell 'em "hand it up"
Stop recording in the club, you a fan or what?
I'm a star on my team, got my badges up
I think all these niggas mad at us cause we ran it up

Fuck them other niggas, I sell pounds with my niggas
Promise we gone have to leave the town once we finish
Fuck them other niggas, I sell pounds with my niggas
Promise we gone have to leave the town once we finish