Jeezy, DJ Drama - My Accountant lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
DJ Drama [Tyree Cinque Simmons] Philadelphia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jeezy, DJ Drama - My Accountant lyrics]
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
Celinе sweats and some Air Ones
Ars with thе 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 can ask
We hit up 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
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
Celinе sweats and some Air Ones
Ars with thе 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 can ask
We hit up 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