Lyrics Add It Up (feat. Bigga Rankin) - 420 Stunna

Nigga, ya'll see (ya'll see)
When my young niggas walk in the room
They get all the mothafuckin attention
Cuff your hoes nigga

Bust down, 420 piece off a dummy blues
Bust a couple licks then we fuck it up on Jimmy Choo's
Stomp a nigga ass in the club in these Jimmy Choo's
Catch me outside, talking bout what you finna do (Mmm)
Sound of the choppa, when it let off (skirt)
The sound of the tires when I pull off (when I pull off)
Gangstas, niggas putting down like they Marshall law nigga
Bust a nigga dick and never tell a soul what you saw
Ugh, bitch get out the way, rich niggas in the room
Ugh, bitch get out the way, my niggas coming thru
We in the building nigga
Bitch get out the way, rich niggas in the room (I'm here)
Bitch get out my way, my niggas coming thru (we in here)
Looking like a check, nigga add it up (designer)
Shirt, belt, shoes, nigga add it up (that money)
The Bentley at the door, nigga add it up
Everybody claim they getting money, shit ain't adding up
Security let me thru the door, the blicky in the party
Know I'm a looking like a brick so all the bitches watching
They on me
Know I'm looking like a lick so niggas gonna try it (they on me)
Same place a nigga try it, that's where a nigga dying
Drop a brick on the stove, smell the fish frying
I can tell when a fuck nigga start lying
Every time I get the vibe, I just start stunting
Every time I'm in the mall I gotta buy something
Delt sitting on them thirties like a grown man
Tell Gaup to wet the paint like it's Peter Pan
I just dropped another whip, I'm selling san tan
Somebody tell Puff I'm in the streets and I'm still making bands

Bitch get out the way, rich niggas in the room (we in the room nigga)
Bitch get out my way, my niggas coming thru (we in the building nigga)
Bitch get out the way, rich niggas in the room (I'm here)
Bitch get out my way, my niggas coming thru (we in here)
Looking like a check, nigga add it up (designer)
Shirt, belt, shoes, nigga add it up (that money)
The Bentley at the door, nigga add it up
Everybody claim they getting money shit aint adding up add it up nigga

I can drop a hit without an autotune (fuck a autotune)
I can get you hit for a hundred blues (hundred blues nigga)
My niggas real lifers fuck a YouTube
I can get a bitch and make her do what the fuck I want her to
When I'm in that muscle, I'm a whoop troll
Way up past a hundred nigga that's the goal
Road Runner interstate still bucking tows
Tell them they can send it in the mail like I get the load
Trapping all night got my wrist froze
Get a brick sell the whole thing in ozone's
Niggas selling everything to get a bankroll
Olo, pulling up in spots niggas can't go

Bitch get out the way, rich niggas in the room (we in the room nigga)
Bitch get out my way, my niggas coming thru (we in the building nigga)
Bitch get out the way, rich niggas in the room (I'm here)
Bitch get out my way, my niggas coming thru (we in here)
Looking like a check, nigga add it up (designer)
Shirt, belt, shoes, nigga add it up (that money)
The Bentley at the door, nigga add it up
Everybody claim they getting money shit aint adding up add it up nigga