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My Accountant

๐Ÿ‘ค Jeezy โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Snofall โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:11
๐ŸŽต 2070 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:11 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 30530461

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

True story
First time I started seeing some money (Yeah)
Was trap or die (Haha)
My bank account got so crazy
My accountant said, "Dram, you gon'
Have to pay taxes on these millions"
(Let's go)

Louis V duffel, briefcase (Yeah)
Thousand hundreds in my pockets, yeah, the blue face (Ayy)
Fifty thousand grams fill a suitcase
All black Prada gloves, you know the boots laced (Haha)
Pearl white 'Rari, call it toothpaste (Paste)
Tom Ford on, you know the suit placed (Yeah)
Assets and the cash flow (Flow)
We re-rockin' when the cash low (Yeah)
Drop a whole, bring a half back (Haha)
Whole kitchen fumin', where your mask at? (Yeah)
Celine sweats and some Air 1s (1s)
ARs with the big drums (Let's go)

One time for the rich shooters (Yeah)
Got more chains than the jewelers (Haha, ayy)
My account lit
F&Ns in the Rolls, rich gangster (Yeah)
One time for the rich shooters (Yeah)
Got more chains than the jewelers (Ayy)
My account lit (Lit)
F&Ns in the Rolls, rich gangster (Let's go)

Break it down, bust it up (Bust it up)
Digi' scale, Ziploc it, vacuum seal it, double up (Ayy)
I ain't talkin' 'bout ridin' when I tell 'em send a truck (Truck)
Make a prayer for my driver, see it there
That's the luck (That's the luck)
Cuban shinin' on that black Amiri tee, never tucked (Woo)
Black Phantom with the stars, with a star, that's what's up (Ayy)
I'm in the Sergio Tacchini 'cause it match the Lamborghini (Haha)
Makin' birds disappear like the great Houdini (Yeah)
Lost a mil' in Mississippi, you can ask me (You can ask me)
Hit up Coop and tear it down for the thermals and the beanies (Ayy)
Black TEC, cut the check, what's the goal? Buy a jet (Yeah)
Trackhawk or the 'Vette, big chain break your neck (Let's go)

One time for the rich shooters (Yeah)
Got more chains than the jewelers (Haha, ayy)
My account lit
F&Ns in the Rolls, rich gangster (Yeah)
One time for the rich shooters (Yeah)
Got more chains than the jewelers (Ayy)
My account lit (Lit)
F&Ns in the Rolls, rich gangster (Let's go)

You know
These eight-figure checks, I still feel like an intern
Hahahahaha

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