Add It Up

Lyrics

[Intro: 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: 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 donk 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 (Dramatic) 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 lady sellin' good in my city set (Huh?) Gucci got a 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) [Outro: Jason Caesar & DJ Drama] If you listenin' to this, it's The Movie It's Gangsta Grillz and the iceman Gucci (DJ Drama) Pull the cars out turn the sound up (Gangsta) Clear the bars out for a gangsta (Gangsta)