Kevin Gates - Adding Up lyrics

My dog in this bitch (Luca Brasi)
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