Lyrics:

My dog in this bitch (Luca Brasi)
My bad, dog (yeah)
Line `em up, yeah (you know, man, I`m sorry)Do it while I`m doin` my verse, fuck it
Then after that, we can do it, you know what up
Huh, yeah, record all this, fuck

Oh, he say he thuggin`, well, that shit ain`t addin` up (shit ain`t addin` up)
I`ma keep on flexin` `cause these niggas ain`t mad enough (I`m doin` it)
Bitch, I`m never goin` broke, shit, my money keed addin` up
I`ma keep on thumbin` through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh

One mil`, two mil`, uh, I`ma keep addin` up
Three mil`, four mil`, uh, I`ma keep stackin` up
Five mil`, six mil`, uh, I`ma keep addin` up (add it up)
Seven mil`, eight mil`, uh, money keep addin` up (add it up)

Aye, pressure my motive (motive), I`m thumbin` through something, we blew out the motor
I jump in the bucket, dress up like a woman (come here bitch), I jump out and bust it in front of the Kroger
Tried to hold on to the holy approach, play for keeps, you gotta know it`s approachin`
Hit a sweep, took a lot of my homies, couldn`t sleep, Julio, he the closest
Brought the Range out, whippin` the rover, puttin` change out, nigga, you know it
Don`t change now, I`ma stay focused, just notice, but try not to notice
Big load, bring a pack to the show, we back now, bringin` it back
Countin` good, my deck is intact, I`m hood, I perfected a craft
This means I can see through the glass, SS with a digital dash
With a turbo, goin` launch mode, doin` circles, still hittin` the gas
I signed for a brick and a half, touchdown to a milli in cash
I`m in the vet, I`m gettin` neck from a giraffe and I pray to God we don`t crash
Yeah, oh

Oh, he say he thuggin`, well, that shit ain`t addin` up (shit ain`t addin` up)
I`ma keep on flexin` `cause these niggas ain`t mad enough (they ain`t)
Bitch, I`m never goin` broke, shit, my money keed addin` up (Gates)
I`ma keep on thumbin` through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh (Gates)

One mil`, two mil`, uh, I`ma keep addin` up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil`, four mil`, uh, I`ma keep stackin` up (add it up)
Five mil`, six mil`, uh, I`ma keep addin` up (Gates, Gates)
Seven mil`, eight mil`, uh, money keep addin` up (Gates, Gates)

Now we back talkin`, got out my feelings, chalk nine, engine got real symbols (do you, Gates)
Glock 9, throwin` that in the blender, do I gotta mention I`m in the kitchen (I`m in this bitch)
Do I gotta mention, I don`t deliver, ex-girlfriend, I don`t remember (do you, Gates)
Ex-boyfriend, she don`t consider, Goddamn, hm, I get the picture
Vacuum seal one, lower the ticket, vacuum seal numb, I`m `bout to kill it
Get mad, bitch niggas ability, drop racks, offender a cynic
`Bout to sit down, talk with the city, free my big round, lower the sentence
Bigger bitch down, holdin` her titties, meanwhile, while controllin` the seating
Need help now, loan you a penny, stayed down, would`ve gave you a ticket
Big feet, bitch, why is you trippin`? Don`t get loud, talk with a whisper
When you see me, you know I be glistenin`, lil sneak peak, you know I be listenin`
Sound upset, why is you dissin`? I`ma tap something, make them come get you

Oh, he say he thuggin`, well, that shit ain`t addin` up (shit ain`t addin` up)
I`ma keep on flexin` `cause these niggas ain`t mad enough (they ain`t mad)
Bitch, I`m never goin` broke, shit, my money keed addin` up (pew)
I`ma keep on thumbin` through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh

One mil`, two mil`, uh, I`ma keep addin` up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil`, four mil`, uh, I`ma keep stackin` up (add it up)
Five mil`, six mil`, uh, I`ma keep addin` up (add it up)
Seven mil`, eight mil`, uh, money keep addin` up (add it up)

Say, Gates, what`s happenin`?
The fuck, dog, I mean, you love this nigga, dog?
I just keep addin` up, dog, lemme show him
You know, I just keep addin` up, you know what I`m sayin`
What up, lemme show him, I`m, huh, I`m him
Wassup?
Luca Brasi