Add It Up

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Catch me flexin' on your block, a hundred bands be dancin'
Catch me drillin' in your shit, two hundred bullets flashin'
Hi-Tech, three hundred bottles yeah, they all be crackin'
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up
Hi-Tech, three hundred bottles yeah, they all be crackin'
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
​iPhone 6, jugg the jugg, my plug get rocked
Diamonds on my wrists, they jumpin' like a fuckin' club
Pour it up, my cream soda turn bloody, bruh
Hundred bands, [?], I am the man
Rover whippin', what it is
I'm smokin' strong, my blunt burn long
Double cup and styrofoam, pourin' Tech, I'm feelin' numb
Bitch talkin' shit, hollow tips gon' make him dip
Why you salty, why you mad? Couple bands to hear me rap
Your main bitch water, she get pipe
In the trap for Sunday night, remix this pint, you pay full price
Scumbag kid, yeah, here for life
Never gave no fucks, never gave a shit
Juggin' out in public, role model for the kids
Thumper tucked, I do not punt, this forty-four gon' make you duck
Hollow stomp, you outta luck, double cup be full of mud
Been smokin' blunts I filled with bud, my hipster hoes be snortin' bucks
Pockets they got knots on knots, can't no bitch ever front on us
Wylin' out in public, Euro bands, they know I'm stuntin'
Margiela flexin', Smith & Wesson gave me my protection
Global gang, we takin' over, don't you miss a session
Pints of lean all over, Satan gave me all this blessing
Fuck with me, I made it now, reppin' [?] County now
Bank accounts be addin', wow
You just so lame, that's tragic now
Rollin' up that [?], in squad I trust, we eatin' now
Two four-fours be blastin', pow, eatin' money, no cash cow
Flexin' on a pussy bitch, rollin' through her pussy shit
Bust her mouth then tell her dip
These thotties all gon' take some dick
Countin' money all I know, pourin' fours, that's all I know
Salty bitch, that's why you broke, you get no money, stupid ho

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Catch me flexin' on your block, a hundred bands be dancin'
Catch me drillin' in your shit, two hundred bullets flashin'
Hi-Tech, three hundred bottles yeah, they all be crackin'
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up
Hi-Tech, three hundred bottles yeah, they all be crackin'
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up

[Verse 2: Germ]
I might drive-by where you reside
[?]
And a fat little hoe with the blow by the zone
[?]
Light me a Pope, fuck me a bitch
Please pass me my 'Saki fit
Top the keys to the rocketship, I'm out this bitch
And I'm gunnin' for the stars in the new box Chevy
Back in that bitch and I'm drunk
Back the fuck back bitch, I do my own stunts, no luck
Straight up bitch, get it how you live
Momma never had a lot, Pop never had shit
Suck my dick, yo' bank account is counterfeit, I run this shit
I'm lootin', booted, shootin', groupie, who are you?
I really do this, flexin' is a habit, did it too much now I'm an addict
Get to spazzin', now it's backwards, you get no money, broke boy not savage
My mama taught me I gotta be safe
Told her no way, opps in my way
Big Glock, broad day, project hallways, trappin' like a bitch
Fuck the cops, beat that hot, add it up, gon' get a knot
Fuck your block, I'm Tupac
Fuck the world 'til I'm gonna blow it strong
What the fuck you want?
My niggas is on, gas bags by pounds
Add it up, bitch, got racks on racks, bitch
Where your motherfuckin' stacks at?
[?]
Pockets on NASDAQ
Get my sack tapped by hoes that once laughed at my black ass
Coolin' with shooters in the Uber, bumpin' Uma by Pouya
I might pull ya hoe, who wouldn't though?
Loaded hoes, story goes, white man's daughter swallow loads
So it seems you might get hit with that beam
I'm chuggin' brew
Bitches lit like baby shit, I'm ape as shit, you whack as shit
Add it up bitch, add it up bitch
Slow stroke, couple hoes
Pockets bigger, it's slow, stickin' with me, rockin' for a livin'
Versace goggles, she toggle my throttle
Let's get it, expensive breakfast with fat bitches, I'm wit' it

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Catch me flexin' on your block, a hundred bands be dancin'
Catch me drillin' in your shit, two hundred bullets flashin'
Hi-Tech, three hundred bottles yeah, they all be crackin'
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up
Hi-Tech, three hundred bottles yeah, they all be crackin'
Add it up, my bankroll comin', add it up