Add It Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: LOE Shimmy] Damn, this lil' bitch way too fine, I cash out on her, I'll spend every penny (Girl, you know I might) I been tryna cool it down, these niggas speak on me and it get tempting (Gotta pay that fine) Got five hundred thousand wired to me, show my bank account, it's pending (Got a hundred on me now) Clean the scene up when she done, they can't even find a thing, go check forensics ([Hop in][?], don't make a sound) I'm off so many drugs and I'm feelin' it (And I'm gone) It's so wet, she look back when I'm killin' it ([?]) I'm so close, ain't too long 'til them [millies][?] hit Fuck that bitch with my chain on, she closin' her eyes Better not look you'll go blind, how that pendant hit (Bling, blaow) Don't think he got a brain, that boy losin' his mind Fully AR equipped with a cooling kit Damn, this lil' bitch way too fine, I cash out on her, I'll spend every penny (I'll spend every penny) I been tryna cool it down, these niggas speak on me and it get tempting ([?]) Got five hundred thousand wired to me, show my bank account, it's pending (Got a hundred on me now) Clean the scene up when she done, they can't even find a thing, go check forensics (And they better not make a sound) [Bridge: LOE Shimmy] What do I know? (I won't ever tell it) Rockstar emo baby (Awful lot of drugs) Look at my soul (It's so evil, baby) Broke inside, it's fadin' (I hope you don't judge) Where the time go? I was broke and now that money rainin' (Still don't feel alive) I ain't never know ventin' how I feel would make me famous [Chorus: LOE Shimmy & Trippie Redd] I ain't givin' up ( Uh , no), finally ran it up ( Uh , finally did it) I ain't givin' up ( Uh , no), just gon' add it up ( Uh , just go get it) I ain't givin' up ( Uh , no), finally ran it up ( Uh , finally did it) I ain't givin' up ( Uh , no), just gon' add it up ( Uh, yeah ) [Verse 2: Trippie Redd] Woke up with bands on me Shawty got ass, she dance on me Want some smoke? I got five hundred grams on me My lil' bro got that white, got that tan on him Think you special? Ho, show a lil' band to me (Yeah) I won't touch her, that ho is fan to me Fully poppin', I came from some canned goods Pullin' up 'Rari and Lamb' truck Red bitch match my bandana Pourin' up right in a Fanta She rock Chanel, I rock Channel (Yeah) Pressure, nothin' I can't handle (Yeah) Feel like Usher, we lettin' it burn (Grrah) Draco lay a bitch back like a perm (Bah) Pop a YN, doin' the worm (Bitch) Steady stuntin', ho, what's your concern? (Ha) [Chorus: LOE Shimmy & Trippie Redd ] I ain't givin' up ( Uh , no), finally ran it up ( Uh , finally did it) I ain't givin' up ( Uh , no), just gon' add it up ( Uh , just go get it) I ain't givin' up ( Uh , no), finally ran it up ( Uh , finally did it) I ain't givin' up ( Uh , no), just gon' add it up ( Uh )