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letra de add it up - bluebucksclan

[intro: jeeezy]
(banger)
i don’t know, he be talking like he getting money and all that, you know, sh-t really ain’t adding up (go grizz)
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
sh-t ain’t adding up
he ain’t get no money, double what you making, it ain’t adding up
cap, n-gga, sh-t ain’t adding up

[chorus: jeeezy]
flexing other n-ggas paper, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can double what you making, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can only f-ck on b-tches that be bad as f-ck (bad as f-ck)
i just broke another money counter, sh-t wasn’t adding up (adding up)
flexing other n-ggas paper, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can double what you making, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can only f-ck on b-tches that be bad as f-ck (bad as f-ck)
i just broke another money counter, sh-t wasn’t adding up (adding up)
[verse 1: jeeezy]
took a private jet, i ain’t gotta wait to pick my baggage up (pick my baggage up)
man hold up, you can’t see that we them n-ggas? pick yo’ glasses up (pick yo’ glasses up)
n-gga tried to tax me for some juice, he got me mad as f-ck (mad as f-ck)
this foreign drive itself, ain’t gotta touch sh-t while i’m backing up (foreign whip)
all the n-ggas who i thought was getting money, really broke as f-ck (broke as f-ck)
every time we walk inside the building, b-tches focus up (they ain’t playin’)
lame n-gga thought he had some wock’, he sippin’ robitussin (wock’)
with the baddest b-tches, getting shoulder rubs in a maybach truck (maybach truck)
f-ck them other n-ggas, i sell pounds with my n-ggas (with my n-ggas)
promise we gon’ have to leave the town once we finish (once we finish)
she keep squirting, tell that b-tch lay on the towel while i’m hitting (while i’m hitting)
n-gga swear he had the money and the hoes, but no he didn’t (no he didn’t)

[verse 2: jeeezy]
yeah, they show me favoritism when i’m up at staples center (up at staples center)
n-gga went and got the rollie, but ain’t get the papers wit’ it (but ain’t get the paper wit’ it)
when i dig inside my pockets, i got ben and franklin with me (got ben and franklin with me)
out the blue, that’s how we coming, don’t ask who run the city (yeah, don’t ask who run the city)
it be nights where i forget i’m famous, this sh-t get dangerous (yeah, dangerous)
all the b-tches like to yell my name out while i’m on stage (yeah)
she gon’ fit me in that schedule, she made arrangements (made arrangements)
bucksclan in this b-tch with chopsquad, we making bangers (we making bangers)
check my bank account, i think i caught the holy ghost (caught the holy ghost)
hit her from the back, and now this b-tch got scoliosis (got scoliosis)
i can’t f-ck with b-tches who be moving off emotions (moving off emotions)
call me president obama, but i swear i’m never voting (swear i’m never voting)
catch me doing donuts, swerving in that can-am (in that can-am)
i just moved my b-tch from out the hood to downtown (downtown)
old b-tches drowning, i might hold they heads down (might hold they heads down)
called him out, now he gotta stand on everything he said now (everything he said now)
[chorus: jeeezy]
flexing other n-ggas paper, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can double what you making, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can only f-ck on b-tches that be bad as f-ck (bad as f-ck)
i just broke another money counter, sh-t wasn’t adding up (adding up)
flexing other n-ggas paper, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can double what you making, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can only f-ck on b-tches that be bad as f-ck (bad as f-ck)
i just broke another money counter, sh-t wasn’t adding up (adding up)

[verse 3: bluebucksclan dj]
big money, it keep falling on me, yeah, it’s piling up (piling up)
a hundred on me, really ninety-nine, but f-ck it, round it up (f-ck it, round it up)
i just dropped the top while getting top, this b-tch wild as f-ck (this b-tch wild)
if i put the lambo’ in strada, it get loud as f-ck (it get loud as f-ck)
post a picture prada down, they say i don’t really smile enough (i don’t smile enough)
keep f-cking up my rims, i’m on western at the tire shop (i’m on western at the tire shop)
in my city i’m that n-gga, what the f-ck i gotta lie about? (f-ck i gotta lie about?)
i’m the hottest n-gga, they can’t put my fire out (yeah, i’m the hottest n-gga)
big blues, don’t let me get to pulling giants out (get to pulling giants out)
all my b-tches mad, d-mn, what they find out? (d-mn, what they find out?)
chopsquad and bucksclan, yeah, we locked in (locked in)
that little sh-t ain’t adding up, n-gga, stop playin’ (n-gga, stop playin’)
hit the club for ten minutes, yeah, they pay me just to pop in (pop in)
leaving out with two models, yeah, we walking out with locked hands (locked hands)
shoot my shot at any b-tch, if she bad, i got the hot hand (got the hot hands)
all my n-ggas on stage with heavy metal like a rock band (a rock band)
[chorus: jeeezy]
flexing other n-ggas paper, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can double what you making, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can only f-ck on b-tches that be bad as f-ck (bad as f-ck)
i just broke another money counter, sh-t wasn’t adding up (adding up)
flexing other n-ggas paper, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can double what you making, it ain’t adding up (adding up)
i can only f-ck on b-tches that be bad as f-ck (bad as f-ck)
i just broke another money counter, sh-t wasn’t adding up (adding up)

[verse 4: bluebucksclan dj]
three grams in the russian cream, this b-tch fat as f-ck (she fat as f-ck)
chillin’ with the mother of your child, your son bad as f-ck (that n-gga bad)
i hear you keep talking money, but it ain’t adding up (i’m sayin’)
with a b-tch that really think she perfect, she ain’t bad enough (she ain’t sh-t)
telling b-tches how i feel, i don’t gas ’em up (i don’t gas ’em)
why you happy at your baby shower? your b-tch trash as f-ck (b-tch trash)
got on marni & celine, d-mn, who stabbed him up? (d-mn, who stabbed him?)
got on thousand dollar white jeans, why i’m standing up? (i got sit down)
i like taking n-ggas b-tches, tell ’em, “hand it up” (tell ’em, “hand it up”)
stop recording in the club, you a fan or what? (b-tch, you a fan or what?)
i’m a star on my team, got my badges up
i think all these n-ggas mad at us ’cause we ran it up (add it up)

[outro: jeeezy]
f-ck them other n-ggas, i sell pounds with my n-ggas (with my n-ggas)
promise we gon’ have to leave the town once we finish (once we finish)
f-ck them other n-ggas, i sell pounds with my n-ggas (with my n-ggas)
promise we gon’ have to leave the town once we finish (once we finish)

- bluebucksclan

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