Songteksten
How the fuck do **** think they fuckin' with me, ****
Add Me Up
I been ballin' on these broke-ass ****, tell 'em Add Me Up
Call plays, tell 'em that I need a quarter, tell 'em Bag Me Up
They done left the fdddd in the car Lil bro 'nem
Than Stabbed eem up
Don't play with nobody with me, we got army artillery
He Tryna steady play both sides, and they gon' split you shit get deep
These **** trippin', fell in love with that bitch and she a freak
I know I'm stackin' dirty money, but I like my money neat
I'm stackin' all my money to the sky
Ah, ah, ah
You say you fuckin' with me, you a lie
Ah, ah, ah
Umm lil ****, I'm the one, fuck your top five
Ah, ah
Lil ****, you not gon' slide, not gon' cha-cha
****, you be in the crib, you not outside
And I'm all about my chicken like it's Popeye's
Say you ain't gettin' what you want, cause you do not grind
You steady lookin' at your watch it say it's my time
Ain't splittin' nothin' with you, boy, you not one of the guys
You mad I'm lit and you broke, I see it in your eyes
Blowing bullshit weed, that is not no za-za
Fake gettin' money ass, **** got me mesmerized
Is you really gettin' money or it's a disguise?
Mhhhmmmm
Uh, you know you ain't really gettin' money, stop lying
Uh, you know you could never fuck with me, stop tryin
Called the opps, told 'em I'm gon' pray for 'em, stop dyin
I be smokin' Fat woods, boy, you on the bench, you on the pine
Bitch stank, pulled her pants down, told her never mind
**** always throwin' shade, that's why they don't never shine
Accept this shit for what it is, you gotta read between the lines
Supreme shirt, Prada shoes, Kasubi jeans on my behind
I'm stackin' all my money to the sky, ah, ah
You say you fuckin' with me, you a liar, ah, ah
Uh, ****, I'm the one, fuck your top five, ah, ah
Lil ****, not gon' slide, not gon' cha-cha
****, you be in the crib, you not outside
Written by: Eddie James Thigpen III


