Add It Up

(By 7 o'clock, we'll be out of the country and you'll never see us again)

Yeah

Okay, okay

Okay, okay

Okay, okay

Yeah

Yeah, okay, okay

Okay, okay

Hollon'

Yeah

Bitch, you ain't talm' 'bout nothin'

Don't be comin' 'round frontin' on my ****, told her "Back it up" (Back it up!)

This lil' blunt here somethin'

I done went and put the opps in it, know I had to pack it up (Pack it up!)

You ain't talm' 'bout money

I don't really wanna talk, all my **** wanna rack it up!

One-hunnid, two-hunnid, three-hunnid, four-hunnid

Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! (Yeah)

Lay on this beat, issa headrest

I done fell out the sky like confetti

I'm afflicted and rightful, I'm ready

Why they all sayin' "Damn" like a Levi

I'm a trip, ho, I'm flippin' the manuscript

Ho, just pass me the rock, I manhandle it

I'm the GOAT, sacrifice when the candle lit

Shit ain't fittin', I might have to cram it in

We just fucked on yo' bitch, it was fabulous

Me and Dru, we the movement, the activist

We slide through yo' roof just like Santa did

But trust we ain't leavin' no packages

I came from the jungles of concrete

The animals there was some savages

For years, we was known as some amateurs

But truthfully, no one can handle us

Me and Kiran, we linkin', they fans of us

Dawg, we hot, need a mu'fuckin' fan on us

Shawty head like she came out of Cambridge

I don't care 'bout a ho or a famous bitch

Bitch, I'm smokin' on colors like Airheads

I'm a dog, I'm a pit, I'm a pure-bred

On the roof, dawg, we aimin' at your head

Bitch, I'm poppin' the cup like a Kurig (Yeah)

In the air, bitch, I'm high as kite

In the air, bitch, I'm high as a flight

BBL's, hella questions and spite

That's just some of the shit I don't like

Give a fuck what you **** could think of me

Never come with no grievance or gripe

Y'all boys ain't competing tonight

'Cause we ain't believing the hype

Bitch, you ain't talm' 'bout nothin'

Don't be comin' 'round frontin' on my ****, told her "Back it up"

This lil' blunt here somethin'

I done went and put the opps in it, know I had to pack it up

You ain't talm' 'bout money

I don't really wanna talk, all my **** wanna rack it up!

One-hunnid, two-hunnid, three-hunnid, four-hunnid

Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! Add it up!

On the driveway in the box like I'm Beyoncé

Bombè on the chronic, I feel like Doc Dre

3K for the feature, I feel like Andrè

Might go norf on the song like I was Kanye (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Me and Dru, we like Kyrie an' 'Bron James

You bitches can't hang with my laundry

He hatin' this shit on he pressed "Next"

His shawty like "Why did the song change?"

I- I got Frankie, he's shootin' like Cole Bennett

Bitch, you put you put up ya stockin', put coal in it

Here come the sun, we be movin' like John Lennon

We done jumped out the swamp, who done gone fishing?

Wrap the pack up, I feel like I'm Pablo

He go missin', he show up as John Doe

He think he playin', we runnin' his console

Yo' bitch, she smokin' on Marlboros!

We shippin' the white like Sydney Sweeney!

We been shippin' off-white like it's fits and beanies

Ain't wearin' designer but this is not B.C.​

She gave me that coochie, I'm fresh outta Fiji

I gave her three wishes but I'm not a genie

I twist up the flow like a fork in linguini

Me, my shawty make a movie, it ain't PG (Uh)

Me and Kiran labbin' like Dexter and Dee Dee (Yeah)

Lord!

Bitch, you ain't talm' 'bout nothin'

Don't be comin' 'round frontin' on my ****, told her "Back it up" (Back it up!)

This lil' blunt here somethin'

I done went and put the opps in it, know I had to pack it up (Pack it up!)

You ain't talm' 'bout money

I don't really wanna talk, all my **** wanna rack it up! (Rack it up!)

One-hunnid, two-hunnid, three-hunnid, four-hunnid

Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! (Lord!)