Add It Up

Add it up, add it up

See ya' homie tatted up

If it's used to make you mad, it's gon' 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 Maserati

And that Lambi and a Bentley, shout out to my **** 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, yeah, Gucci got his swag up

Well, think you think you mad now, I'ma make you madder

I'm swagged 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 swagged up

Back on that dope s**** tractor, trailer, boat s****

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

Partner, you a puta, grande mucho mocha

Ask me for a deuce, fronted you an ocho

Bring me all my pesos, you know my amigo

My plug half Colombian, Gucci Mane's a negro

Smokin' on this gwedo, 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

Mi casa is colossal, swallow water with a bottle hallow

Shout out to my boy, Rocco, I ball like no tomorrow

And my watch is real retarded so I call it Little Daryl

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

Gangsta' Grill, you bastard, shout out to Drama

The feds tryna' get me, 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 the iceman Gucci

Pull the cars out, turn the sound up

Clear the bars out for a gangsta