Lyrics:
The Crown
I'm talkin' my shit I'm about it (I'm about it)
I'm counting the money, accountant (Accountant)
I know that they like how I'm sounding
as if
I was a fucking accountant
Woah
Lean over the fucking corner
Hug her while I fuck her
Yeah that's not love, just a boner
Woah
Let it go
If you don't
touch di Road Road Road
We mind ina di party Mode Mode Mode
Monday mawnin back to work
And you that ah stress cause di boss ah jerk
Accountants, teachers,
touch di Road Road Road
We mind ina di party Mode Mode Mode
Monday mawnin back to work
And you that ah stress cause di boss ah jerk
Accountants, teachers,
12 Hunna on the beat
DJ Flip, make the money flip
I just wanna ball like I'm Lonzo
My accountant tried to tell me pay a car note
Fuck that
keep books
You can tell you've done well
By the happy grateful looks
Accountants only slow things down
Figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved
It's quite a challenge
Woozy I find a balance
Drinkin' with my lawyer
Had sushi with my accountant
Losin' touch 'n' puffin' a loosy
That's where I
out)
I told that bitch if she ain't
Countin' shit don't be my accountant
(Don't be my accountant, hoe)
All these niggas know they fuck with me
I put 'em
Y'all been thirsting for it
Y'all been thirsting for it
Bitch, the drought is over
Accountant holders, bitch, I'm not this sober
Set up shop in
that's a rack
Tell the accountant I want it in cash
cll fresh bills Gucci the bag
Matter fact tell him to put in the max
Princess diamonds in my lap
100
You guap a mountain to mountains
Send the accountant the routing
Removin' the roof of the Audi, it's coolin' the climate
Boost the amount and then
a challenge
Through the ceiling, taking off could go so far
Oh just imagine, got to quit it
I'm just talkin' about my job, I'm no accountant
I'm a rockstar, do
leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur (woo)
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole
leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur (woo)
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole
could be a fuckin' accountant, not a dope dealer
You know what I'm sayin'? (go to school nigga, go to school)
Fuck around and, you pimpin' out here
You
good-bye to my girl, my lawyers and accountants
My mind is kinda rhymin' and I think I oughta think
So I'm rockin' all the rhymes and I'll have another
the cavalry!)
Admidst the battle roar,
Accountants keep the score: 10-4.
They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone.
The bluebells are ringing for
I have a mansion, forget the price
Ain't never been there, they tell me it's nice
I live in hotels, tear out the walls
I have accountants pay for
bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
accountant had become surrounded
He drank up the party and everyone left
A mind, with a heart of its own
A mind, with a heart of its own
Do, do, do, do,
failed saints.
We've got Cardinals, Archbishops, barristers, certified accountants, music critics,
They're all here.
You're not alone, you're never
Could've been an accountant or a tennis star
He was wearing boxing gloves, took a dive one day
Off the Golden Gate Bridge into China Bay
His mama walks
a heart of its own
Well the man out to end us had a hurricane business
He'd raise them from babies all by himself
But his teen-age accountant had
debt?
I read a case about Rihanna's accountant and wondered
How did the bad girl feel when she looked at them numbers?
The type of shit'll make me flip
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