Kevin Gates – Adding Up (Official Video)

Lyrics for “Adding Up” performed by Kevin Gates

My dog in this b**ch
My bad, dog
Line ’em up, yeah
Do it while I’m doin’ my verse, f**k it
Then after that, we can do it, you know what up
Huh, yeah, record all this, f**k

Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that s**t ain’t addin’ up
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these n**gas ain’t mad enough
B**ch, I’m never goin’ broke, s**t, my money keed addin’ up
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds
I count money fast as f**k, uh

One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up

Aye, pressure my motive, I’m thumbin’ through something
We blew out the motor
I jump in the bucket, dress up like a woman
I jump out and bust it in front of the Kroger
Tried to hold on to the holy approach, play for keeps
You gotta know it’s approachin’

Hit a sweep, took a lot of my homies
Couldn’t sleep, Julio, he the closest
Brought the Range out, whippin’ the rover
Puttin’ change out, n**ga, you know it
Don’t change now, I’ma stay focused
Just notice, but try not to notice

Big load, bring a pack to the show
We back now, bringin’ it back
Countin’ good, my .. intact
I’m hood, I perfected a craft
This means I can see through the glass
SS with a digital dash versuri.online
With a turbo, goin’ launch mode
Doin’ circles, still hittin’ the gas
I signed for a brick and a half
Touchdown to a milli in cash
I’m in the vet, I’m gettin’ neck
From a giraffe and I pray to God
We don’t crash yeah, oh

Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that s**t ain’t addin’ up
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these n**gas ain’t mad enough
b**ch, I’m never goin’ broke, s**t, my money keed addin’ up
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds
I count money fast as f**k, uh

One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up

Now we back talkin’, got out my feelings
Chalk nine, engine got real symbols
Glock 9, throwin’ that in the blender
Do I gotta mention I’m in the kitchen
Do I gotta mention, I don’t deliver
Ex-girlfriend, I don’t remember
Ex-boyfriend, she don’t consider
Goddamn, hm, I get the picture

Vacuum seal one, lower the ticket
Vacuum seal numb, I’m ’bout to kill it
Get mad, b**ch n**gas ability
Drop racks, offender a cynic
‘Bout to sit down, talk with the city
Free my big round, lower the sentence
Bigger b**ch down, holdin’ her titties
Meanwhile, while controllin’ the seating

Need help now, loan you a penny
Stayed down, would’ve gave you a ticket
Big feet, b**ch, why is you trippin’
Don’t get loud, talk with a whisper
When you see me, you know I be glistenin’
lil sneak peak, you know I be listenin’
Sound upset, why is you dissin’
I’ma tap something, make them come get you

Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that s**t ain’t addin’ up
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these n**gas ain’t mad enough
b**ch, I’m never goin’ broke, s**t, my money keed addin’ up
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds
I count money fast as f**k, uh

One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up

Say, Gates, what’s happenin’
The f**k, dog, I mean, you love this n**ga, dog
I just keep addin’ up, dog, lemme show him
You know, I just keep addin’ up, you know what I’m sayin’
What up, lemme show him, I’m, huh, I’m him
Wassup, Luca Brasi…

➤ Album: Luca Brasi 3
Kevin Gates 2018

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