My Accountant

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True Story First time I started seeing some money Its trap or die My bank account got so crazy My accountant said Dram you're gon' have to pay taxes on these millions Gangsta Grizeels Louis V Duffle fuck a brief case Thousand hunnids in my pockets yea the blue face 50000 gram still the suitcases All black Prada gloves you know the boots lace Pearl-white 'rari call it toothpaste Tom Ford on you know the suit place Assets and the cash flow We re-rocking when the cash low Drop a whole bring a half back Whole kitchen fume where yo' mask at Celine sweats and some Air Ones Ars with the big drums One time for the rich shooters Got more chains than the jewelers My accountant lit F&N's in the Rolls rich gangster shit One time for the rich shooters Got more chains than the jewelers My accountant lit F&N's in the Rolls rich gangster shit Break it down buss' it up Get your scale zip lock it vacuum seal it double up Ain't talkin' 'bout Prime when I tell 'em send a truck Say a prayer for my driver see you there best of luck Cuban shinin' on that black Amiri tee never tucked Black phantom with the stars with a star that's what's up I'm in a sergio tacchini 'cause it match the Lamborghini Makin' birds disappear like The Great Houdini Lost a mil in Mississipp You could ask Hit up Kuma Ted walk for the stunnas and the beanie Black Tec cut the check what's the goal buy a jet Trackhawk or the Vette big chain break your neck One time for the rich shooters Got more chains than the jewelers My accountant lit F&N's in the Rolls rich gangster shit One time for the rich shooters Got more chains than the jewelers My accountant lit F&N's in the Rolls rich gangster shit You know these eight figure checks I still feel like a intern Haha