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Don't you call me the computer guy, Stay on key but I've been a field agent

I've been stacking money my accountant couldn't count it, huh
Blue 100's with

to my studio and then I rapped about it 
Like without me where would you be tho? You're like my damn accountant 
How you playin with my money cuz I know

the valley
Run to the Bally
Come to the florist
Pick up the cotton
Dip in the porridge
Text my accountant
Tell him we all in
Yea
That’s diesel at its best

about it
We gon’ walk around the bullshit
We gon’ fly right through the mountain
So much money I can’t count it
Getting head from my accountant
Your flow

Pulled up on the scene
And then I had to make it rock
My accountant checked the stocks
My numbers going up
I just had to make it rock
I done did

getting money that boy in a drought
Way too much I can't even count it
Damn I think I might need an accountant
That's my lil bitch told her bounce it

more than my wife
The days of inferiority
Are finally counted
Beware of me, 'cause I will be
World's greatest accountant
All of my coworkers make me feel

never been no friends yeah
Don't pass me the blunt unless you smoking on the best yeah
I just get these racks my accountant do the rest yeah
I don't have

a pretty good place for me to pursue my
Smalltown dreams
Stop moving in your seats
Tryna hear Accountant's beats
Tryna do important tings, like SpitFire

doubted
Loudest man the pack got me shouting
Ain't got much I don't need to count it
God comes clutch, I might need accountants
Mad got me pressing R2 no D2

fam you know I'll take on all the risks
Get you rubies and diamonds
And put you in the flyest kicks
Talking to my accountant on how to flip a couple Ms

come out clearer
Got an accountant who check my accountant for errors
Firm with the business, relax with the bitches
Been through the ups and downs like

That's cake cake
Don't need a record deal
They can wait wait
Hit em wit da woe and
Da nae nae
Dem niggas fake fake
I got bands
Buzzing my accountant

that gifted but don't want me on top
Burnt up the ounces I don't even count 'em
Handle my money I don't need an accountant
Know I'm not sober when I push

(But now I'm countin' this)
Bitch, I done brought the whole gang with me
(Parmesan where my accountant lives)
Taking your bitch, what we do (Type)
(In

bringing it straight to the counter
I know she really about it
She want me to count it cuz I'm an accountant
You know she's fuckin accountants
Your mommy is

yeah some sense (cents)
But they can't count it
Yeah I feel astounding
And I got some dough so
Bitch I got an accountant
Ain't got to count it
Hey

runnin up dont get in her way
You do not make enough
Peek into her chase and swear it was laced
Accountant complaining bank overstuffed
She come wit

accountant
See that light all in my chest
Iron on like Robert Downey
Cause you know that you gone feel it
And you know that I'm standing out
She ain't wearing

two accountants
And I'm writing in fountains
I moved to the east
But I'd move to the west side too
I'm skeeting the fiends
My ops got some si2's
I got

it)
We switching yo lanes, you know we reroute it (Route it)
I'm getting that bread just like an accountant (Accountant)
That bitch she be dripping just

comes back around
I got the drip and they gone drown wok get the guap
He need to an accountant my money be up to Everest mountain
I got a glock I wet em

always reading service engine soon

Unemployed
This man is living off his tax returns (Accountant on the track)
Been employed seven times and been fired

arrogant, heinous, vicious and all that
I paint a picture so vivid Stevie could want that
I make a killing my accountant's dressing in all black
Facts when