Fat Nick - Add It Up lyrics

[Hook: Fat Nick] Trap be flexin' on your block, a hundred bands be dancin' Catch me drillin' in your sh**, 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 to jugg my plug and rot Diamonds on my wrists, they jumpin' like a f**in' club Pour it up, my cream soda turn bloody, bruh Hundred bands, [?] Rover whippin', what it is I'm smokin' strong, my blunt more long Double cup and styrofoam, pourin' Tech I'm feelin' numb b**h talkin' sh**, hollow tips gon' make him dip Why you salty, why you mad? Couple bands [?] Your main be water, she get pipe In the trap for Sunday night, remade a pint, you pay full price Scumbag hater, here for life Never gave no f**s, never gave a sh** Juggin' out in public, role model for the kids Thumpa tuck, I do not punt, this .44 gon' make you duck Hollow stomp, you outta luck, double cup be full of mud I'm smokin' blunts, they filled with bud My hipster hoes be snortin' buzz Pockets they got knots on knots, can't no b**h ever front on us Wylin' out in public, Euro bands they know I'm stuntin' Margiela flexin', Smith & Wesson gave me my protection Global yeah, we takin' over, don't you miss a session Pints of lean all [?] gave me all this blessing f** with me, I made it now, reppin' [?] County now Bank account be [?] You just so lame, that's tragic now Rollin' up that [?], and squad I trust, we eatin' now Two .44s be blastin', pow, eatin' money, no cash cow Flexin' on a p**y b**h, rollin' through her p**y sh** Bust her mouth then tell her dip These thotties all gon' take some dick Countin' money all I know, pourin' 4s, that's all I know Salty b**h, that's why you broke, you get no money, stupid hoe [Hook: Fat Nick] Trap be flexin' on your block, a hundred bands be dancin' Catch me drillin' in your sh**, 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 [?] Back in that b**h and I'm drunk Back the f** back b**h, I do my own stunts, no luck Straight up b**h, get it how you live [?] s** my dick, your bank account is counterfeit, I run this sh** I'm loaded, booted, shawty, 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 backwards, you get no money, [?] savage My mama taught me I gotta be safe Told her no way, opps in my way Big Glock, broad day, taught that hoe ways, trappin' like a b**h f** the cops, beat that hot, add it up, gon' get a knot f** your block [?] f** the world 'till I'm gonna blow it strong [?] My n***as is on, get gas by pounds Add it up, b**h, got racks on racks, b**h Where your motherf**in' stacks at? [?] Coolin' with shooters in the Uber, bumpin' Uma by Pouya [?] Add it up b**h, add it up b**h [?] Versace goggles, toggle my throttle Let's get it, expensive breakfast with fat b**hes, I'm wit it [Hook: Fat Nick] Trap be flexin' on your block, a hundred bands be dancin' Catch me drillin' in your sh**, 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