Lyrics:
lets go public
Yeah fuck up my budget, my accountant like (Woo Hoo)
Hey you know how much you spent (Woo Hoo)
And then I hand her a check, she like (Woo
of the stage. It's confusing. I don't like it. You can't do that at other jobs. You can't be an accountant like "Hey I'm about to do your taxes, here's my thirty
to cease
Rappers rappin' for cheese
It's like a disease the way niggas be snatchin' your fees
Executives, even accountants playin' artists like chips
hit my accountant
Let's get down, let's get down to business
Give you one more night, one more night to get this
We've had a million, million
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
I pop out a Rolls set, all baguette
I ain't fuckin' with you, bitch, I think I'm all that (Swerv')
Hit my accountant
a fuckin' mountain
Call my accountant cause I'm
So tired of counting
Money going good yeah it's
Flowing like a fountain
Pockets lookin' well junkies knockin'
it and sign an autograph
Times change I used to re and break apart a half
I never knew I'd need accountants to do all this math
Blanco Pop got me
can't believe this nigga told it all (fuck)
I got Tom Ford all on my buckle (yeah)
I just talked to my accountant and I chuckled (yeah)
I ain't got not
more than twice
30 mil and countin'
The money wired and routed
If you compare our accountants
Comparin' hills to mountains
I got twenty inch mounted
(ayy)
Get your check, let your accountant get it, gotta pass that (pass that)
Get your check, bein' reckless with it, yeah, we past that
Invest
to read the blog
It's part the reason why we gotta take the season off
Talked to my accountant and your emotions on my leadin' cost
Should've blocked
ain't drop my hardest shit
I'm tryna get on some artist shit, my mind still in the 'partments
My accountant say I need to slow it down with these Dior
They counted us out
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy's a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I bought her
individual
Armed with accountants, my lawyers and other criminals
Network with armies, street wars are critical
And revolutionaries so streets are more
the sixty mil' man
And now I'm trippin off a uncle named Sam
But a mack just can't go bank (bank) rupt
Still payin well 'cause I make (make) cuts
Accountants
to cease
Rappers rappin' for cheese
It's like a disease the way niggas be snatchin' your fees
Executives, even accountants playin' artists like chips
manipulatin my accountant
Relaxin like, blacks get jobs
Slangin in bangles y'all, chillin from all angles
Don rock more thank you's, gettin my shit washed
brandy and scotch
Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops
Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother
Accountant lawyer
"Girlfriend WITH the V.I.P",
"Accountants of the V.I.P"
The maid, the dog, the music publisher, huh!
All enjoy a sort of 'reflected glory', as in
"Hi this
to the Romans
Then I will change my name to Jones
If you're looking at me to be an accountant
Then you will look but you will never see
If you're looking
stingy I know you got the ends
Because you got two MV's, two BM's, an SL Benz
What are you my accountant or the IRS?
Why ya clocking everything that I
niggas
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sipping on Sarafin
Royalty check nigga, I never been
Coke money clean through Merrill Lynch
Accountant
no dey ever get dull season
My accountant client calling me
But my eye e dey your body yeahhhh
Oh eh Omalicha give me something
As Jamaica no gree for
You think that I'm made of money
You've got something coming honey
Ain't no land of milk and honey
My accountant thinks that's funny
Instead
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