Gucci Mane - Add It Up Lyrics
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    Add It Up

    [Chorus: Jason Caesar & DJ Drama]
    Add it up, add it up
    See your homie tatted up (Now this is the movie)
    If he used to make you mad, it's gone make you madder
    Add it up, add it up (Gucci Tarantino)
    Got the fire, back it up
    See your homie swagged up (Jon Cruz, nigga, Gangsta Grillz is back, niggas)
    It's the Gangsta Grill
    These boys be ill (Gangsta Grillz, two-six, Sean)
    Add it up, add it up (Oh, yeah?)
    Add it up, add it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Gucci get 'em, Gangsta Grillz)

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    Jumpin' out my beamer like a stuntman on my stunt
    Though my leather is so soft I put my top off in the trunk
    Baby shakin' gettin' places say she seen me in my dump
    Picked her up in purple 'vette deuces on back 20s on front (Gangsta)
    Gucci shout at hot tamales (Huh?), even copped a Masarati (Oh)
    And that Lambi and a Bentley shout out to my nigga Quic (Gangsta Grillz)
    Shout out to my boy Diego makin' pesos for them bricks
    Gucci Gucci, I'm here, truly east Atlanta is the shit
    I turn my swag up I'm swaggered up, yeah Gucci got his swag up
    Well think you think you mad, now I'm a make you madder
    I'm swaged up I'm swaggered up, boy, I think I'm so swagged up
    You mustard boy so ketch it up 'cause I think I'm so swaged up (Gangsta Grillz)
    Back on that dope shit, tractor, trailer, boat shit
    Cookin' up that coke quick, cookin' up that dope quick
    Cookin' up that coca, You can call me Sosa
    Rollin' up the chocha, I need me some mo', bruh
    Partna you a puta, grande mude mucha
    Ask me for a deuce, fronted you an ocho
    Bring me all my pesos, you know my amigo
    My plug half Columbian, Gucci Mane's a negro
    Smokin' on this weed doe, my girlfriend is bilingual
    Ask me to speak English but I'm talkin' with my fingers
    Brazilian bitches bathing in a bath tub full of singles
    Snortin' powder, smokin' weed, yes they poppin' pills
    M6 drop top Beamer shipped from Germany
    Outfit from Sicily my bank account in Switzerland
    Literally, So Icy the entity
    Gucci Mane's the businessman so tell me what the business be, bitch
    Me casa is colossal, swallow water with a bottle hollow
    Shout out to my boy Rocco, I ball like no tomorrow
    And my watch is real retarded so I call it Little Darryl
    Shoot you point blank in yo head just like 'caine cousin Harold (Gangsta Grillz)
    Gangsta Grillz you bastards, shout out to Drama
    The feds try get, I'ma look and say your honor, I'm guilty
    Get money, make money, I'm filthy
    Dawg, do you feel me? Dawg, do you feel me?
    Cocaine lately sellin' good and my city set (Huh?)
    Gucci gotta bitch for every letter in the alphabet

    [Interlude: Gucci Mane]
    Gangsta Grillz, you bastards
    So Icy Boys up next, man, huh (Gangsta Grillz, it's Gucci)

    [Bridge: Jason Caesar & DJ Drama]
    If you listenin' to this, it's The Movie
    It's Gangsta Grillz and iceman Gucci (DJ Drama)
    Pull the cars out turn the sound up (Gangsta)
    Clear the bars out for a gangsta (Gangsta)


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