Lyrics:
the Bentley off the lot in some damn slippers
I got neighbors on my ass cause i'm smoking to much gas
My accountant keeping tabs
20 bags full of cash
Spent
dope and then hired an accountant
Lamborghini, I say Lamb when I pronounce it
The doors gon' lift up in the air and it's so spacious
I came up from
drinking Magic
On my way to Aspen, I forgot to do my taxes
Call up my accountant, he gon' make it do magic
Had to get a driver just to drop me
authentic, real name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' with you niggas at all
My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants
a dreamer
Bitch we dem boyz, nigga we the Beatles
1-8-7 No appeal, get it how you live
Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge
First round draft
Can't discuss what we did the whole night
Won't be the last time, on my cash line
Duffel bags so accountant is the past time
And for the last time, I'm
money stacks, yours counter-fitted
I made my money back, when your accountant didn't
Went against the odds, its only one Rozay
My nigga OKAY
on the Purple and Yellow, drinking Magic
On my way to Aspen, I forgot to do my taxes
Call up my accountant, he gon' make it do magic
Had to get a driver just
a fucking mountain
Illest nigga you know, my accountant still counting
Shots hit him a minute ago, but his body still bouncing
Beam on the hammer, beam
At ease to my soldiers that's feelin' Obie
Long as I know my one , two, three's I'm flippin' OZ's
A nigga can count like an accountant
Only difference
can count like an accountant
Only difference is it ain't checks thatta be bouncin'
It's powder, peep what he's pronouncin'
Now he lives next
with accountants and attorneys
Currency never worry me (never)
Who's got the balls to murder me
Degree higher than a 33
Tell em what you drank
mountains
Sick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountants
The decibals, gold diggers goin for the testicles
Soon they realise, I don't invest in hoes
Statesmanship is more than
Entertaining peasants
Accountants only slow things down
Figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved as much as Eva Perón!
High
wack
Yo' style is tore up
Plus you got one dead eye
We move mountains and we rain like fountains
Make so much paper we need four accountants
So keep
under my nose
And my taxes whack but no need to worry
My accountant handles that, right
I mean what you expect? I do
Anything to gain your respect, sell
the fuck you on the couch? Yeah)
Shoutout to my accountant
I swear to God I woke up to like forty thousand (let's go)
Cali king inside my room, I could
nostalgic and I
And I don't mind getting blood on this outfit
See the girl I just shouted, she tryna be an accountant
Its mad 'cause I coulda been
I'ma kill 'em
Oh, and let 'em know that we gon' make a hunnid million
(Your accountant's on the line!)
Sir, it's not looking good
To pay you out in
worked with,
you're my first call and that's no trip.
Let's do lunch. the checks in the mail,
our accountant's out sick but what the hell.
Some
are looking bad for Santa
If he wrote a cheque it probably would bounce
He hires an accountant to come and advise
The accountant says that he has been
tats, I got an accountant
Restaurant, racecars, bullets, bus and a bouncer
What you doin', fat boy?
Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the Rolls Royce
catch a body for (ooh yeah, yeah)
Call my accountant, bought my bitch new Beamer, she whip 7 Series, yeah (ooh yeah, yeah)
I spend whatever, girl, I do
text my accountant
Ain't no service in the mountains (Straight up!)
Won't you come to the bottom?
Know you heard a lot about 'em
Heard they take that
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