Add It Up

(Hook)
Can’t fuck with that nigga he a fiend
I’m still in the kitchen whipping things
I got two Glocks like Bobby Beans
And my new bitch look like Paula Patton
Aye, still in the trap counting up racks
She don’t love me, she love my sack
He took my swag but I bring it back
I love my bitch, I love my...strap

(Verse)
Young nigga hopping out
Don’t give a fuck about no clout
Yeah, bad ass bitch wanna suck me up
Hundred band jugg just bought me a truck
Stupid lil nigga must’ve ran out of luck
Fuck the police, put a nigga in handcuffs
I don’t give no fucks, imma still roll and puff
And I go to court, you know my shit untucked
And I use my belt like a fucking holster
None of my bitches gon lurk
And the Rolls Royce go “Skrr”
Young nigga popping out the dirt, I feel like a mole, came straight up out that hole
Changed my life around, nigga look at me now
Changed that frown into a smile
Hundred bands you know I’m gon count

(Hook)
Can’t fuck with that nigga he a fiend
I’m still in the kitchen whipping things
I got two Glocks like Bobby Beans
And my new bitch look like Paula Patton
Aye, still in the trap counting up racks
She don’t love me, she love my sack
He took my swag but I bring it back
I love my bitch, I love my...strap