Add It Up - Remix

ABG, baby I roll it up, uh
Bag to big, can't add it up, uh
Hold on, uh, uh

Bag to big, can't add it up
Niggas be cap, it ain't adding up
Swerve, get curved
You can't be my bitch, you ain't bad enough
After I fuck, I bounce, no dribble
Ima big dog, you way to little
Trynna get rich, so we had to hustle
Now I'm in the Benz with the racks in the middle

Bag to big, can't add it up
Niggas be cap, it ain't adding up
Swerve, get curved
You can't be my bitch, you ain't bad enough
After I fuck, I bounce, no dribble
Ima big dog, you way to little
Trynna get rich, so we had to hustle
Now I'm in the Benz with the racks in the middle

After I fuck, I gotta bounce
2012 I was stuck on a ounce
I got my money in diffеrent accounts
Everyday I'm getting diffеrent amounts
I only come if i the cash straight
Imma still cum if her ass fake
My shooters on court (hold on, swish)
They might score on a fast break
Hit the dash and I'm dippin from 12

Fuck the opps I ain't wishing 'em well
Free the guys cause they stuck in the cell
With the demons and we giving em hell
Thought he was real ain't know he would tell
Thought she was bad ain't know she would smell
You give me the work you know its gon' sell
I had a plug his name was Miguel

Bag to big, can't add it up
Niggas be cap, it ain't adding up
Swerve, get curved
You can't be my bitch, you ain't bad enough (oh)
After i fuck i bounce, no dribble
I'm a big dog, you way to little
Trynna get rich, so we had to hustle
Now i'm in the Benz with the racks in the middle

Bag to big, can't add it up
Niggas be cap, it ain't adding up
Swerve (swerve), get curved (curved)
You can't be my bitch, you ain't bad enough (oh)
After i fuck i bounce, no dribble (ah)
I'm a big dog, you way to little (ah)
Trynna get rich, so we had to hustle (nah)
Now i'm in the Benz with the racks in the middle (yeah)

Li spendo tutti e poi li rifaccio (rifaccio)
Per farmi sti soldi mi bucherei il braccio (tossico)
E lei s'incazza perché non ho tatto (ah)
Non l'hai inventato, io l'ho già fatto (nah)
Chiudevo pezzi, poi aprivo pezzi
Finché ero a pezzi e dormivo sui mezzi (ah, ah)
I miei per i soldi attaccati al citofono (oh shit)
Ti vesti bene ma il disco è monotono (ah)

Comodo (comodo), comodo
Quando entro in gola le viene il vomito (bleah)
Ormai sono cronico e non puoi cambiarlo
Non voglio sentirlo (nah), stavo giù a farlo
Ho mille problemi, ma non una troia (no troie)
Sto sempre solo, la gente mi annoia (mi annoia)
Un altro scemo spera che io muoia
Mangio, fumo e dormo, zero paranoia (zero)

Non sono capre (no), sembrano pecore (no)
Ma non li sento (no), il segnale è debole (no)
Meglio non bevo (no), divento un demone (no)
Tu ad ogni disco hai cambiato genere
Hai cambiato gente, hai cambiato recite (ah)
Lei si fa spremere (ah), la senti gemere (ah)
Amo le tenebre (ah) quanto la luce
Polvere, polvere
Cenere, cenere (MOB, MOB, MOB)

Bag to big, can't add it up
Niggas be cap, it ain't adding up
Swerve, get curved
You can't be my bitch, you ain't bad enough (oh)
After I fuck, I bounce, no dribble
I'm a big dog, you way to little
Trynna get rich, so we had to hustle
Now I'm in the Benz with the racks in the middle

Bag to big, can't add it up
Niggas be cap, it ain't adding up
Swerve, get curved
You can't be my bitch, you ain't bad enough (oh)
After I fuck, I bounce, no dribble
I'm a big dog, you way to little
Trynna get rich, so we had to hustle
Now I'm in the Benz with the racks in the middle

Ah, italiano?
Ah, okay