Lyrics:
rain, Dak Prescott
Accountant had a cowboy, he's right, I should've been stopped, true (yeah)
Fuck the mold, I'm the new archetype
I probably made
then fell asleep on the jet
Fucked the club up, Atlanta ain't seen this since BMF
Told my accountant reinvest
Got a pound of weed for stress
I might
And everyone's a part of it, some more then others
Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even grandmothers
New comers and old faces, people
got me an accountant
Send my mama a quick thousand and we crashed them open houses
All the rappers and Tarzana, in the valley, Calabasas
All my
bountiful
My niggas accounted for
Two accountants to run my checks and balances
I never bank on balance though
We stay good with the handy work
But if I
would ignore me
I was always, always on my own dick
Now they always, always tryna' clone this
I leveled up, just ask my agents
Ask my accountant for
twin fives
I skip town with the money, my bitch the accountant
You ever try to board a plane with a brick in your outfit?
You know I work hands on,
I love when you ratchet, I love when you ratchet
Every time I come out, women crowd around me
I get so much pussy, my dick need accountant
And everyone's a part of it, some more then others
Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even grandmothers
New comers and old faces, people
in Las Vegas watchin' the Super Bowl thinkin' 'bout movin' to Taylor Swift
I don't need to go to the bank for a loan
Accountant said my accounts look
Self-love is when you look in the mirror and feel respected
A few investments that I've made a couple bucks on
But my accountant said, "There's no return
they played since time began
Lawyers and accountant - your media man
Everybody's talkin' but nothin's gettin' said
You're looking for the truth you
lovers on roundabouts
Wake up in the morning with Persons unknown
Accountants in nylon shirts, feminists in floral skirts
Nurses for when it hurts,
You know, sometimes I get the feeling that, that, uh, accountants and
lawyers are in
cahoots with the devil, yeah, they're in cahoots with the devil,
Well you can Telex my accountant
Call up Tele-Credit, too
I know they sent a monthly statement
But I never read it through
You say you won't
soul?
I say, "Hey man, I don't know
Lend me a quarter, won't you
I'll call my accountant"
Let's get off this
Get on with it
If you want to change
Back in the eighties
The air smelled like roses
I flew my big black balloon
As an accountant, over the city
Staring straight at the moon
Then all my
cats with twenty/twenty that'll never see money
To get the cash crop you have to plant seed money
Twelve inches spark, now accountants crunch digits
rappers watches look temptin'
The chain say envy, but PTSD keep me countin', never spendin'
My accountant is a head full of bad memories and sad endings
acres
I spend my own money, you can ask my accountant at the label
I drink too much syrup, every time I piss I see the maple
No, they didn't picture
goin' to work
You're my girl, you're my girl
Ayy
Ayy
Huh, seven minutes in Heaven with my accountant
Talking 'bout me, kissin' bands off by
always hand to the masses
And I rebel cause all I wanna do is hand them a classic
Nobody gotta be right, just a lamp and a mattress
'Til my accountant
of accountants as an office boy.
I fetched and I carried, I watched and I learned
And slowly but surely I rose through the firm.
But then I discovered my
Turning numbers low and high
The accountant and his wife
Hunger for their prize
In the slumber of the night
Wrap around a sheet of fallen
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