Add It Up - Migos

Ay, ay, count that money up, add it up!

Ay, run that check up, add it up!

Ay, count that knot right here, add it up!

Ay, run and go get that money over there, add it up!

Ay, go get the truckload, get the truckload, add it up!

Migos!

Go!

Got hundreds of p’s, they comin' in, no Tonka truck

Fuck nigga, he don’t believe me, he could go add it up

Add it up

The bricks just came in, the molly came in

The white just came in, you don’t believe it, fuck nigga, add it up

Add it up

Add it up like a new calculator

In the trap with two guns like I’m Tomb Raider

Hop on the track with no pen or paper

We blowin' up, I got that detonator

You could add up the dope like accountants

Put that dope in the water, don’t drown it

Add it up right now, bet it motherfuckin' lookin'

Like a nigga livin' up on a mountain

I dreamed I woke up in Phantoms, naked bitches in a mansion

I did my calculations, most of you rappers is imitatin'

They back on the island, I’m contemplatin'

Should I shoot to kill in my situation?

Mama said «Quavo, better stay patient!»

The dirt that I done you add up the cases

Beep!

Fff!

That’s that money machine and it’s addin' up!

The trap is a bakery, whippin' and cookin'

The dope, I send it straight to Canada!

Young Offset trappin' in your area

Jungle fever, got the white and I marry her

I see Justin Beaver, the ghost is way scarier

Hit a juug, fifty bags of the good cannabis

All these other conversations irrelevant

If you ain’t talkin' bout Benjamin Frank

Gold fingers like a trophy and painting

Got the 45., turn you to a sharp painting

My pockets is healthy, Zanotti Giuseppe

My money is stretching, my money athletic

Tyler Perry, makin' movies, they epic

I’m not the one from Cuba, that’s my necklace

We fucked the world up when we dropped that «Versace»

It topped the chart, nigga, so add it up

«Versace», it got us a M and 'em

Don’t believe me, fuck nigga, then count it up

Stealing my flow, we come to your show

Put you on camera and we embarrass ya

Fuck your management, and your manager

You is a amateur, choppa’ll damage ya

Trappin' and cappin', had to make it happen

Trapper turned rapper, my mama happy

On the block trappin', don’t serve undercovers

Snakes in that grass, they gon' get you on trouble

If I get jammed, put that on my mama

That I won’t tell on my brother

In the bando and I’m countin' the fuck out the p’s

Got rich off a pot and some water