Jeezy, DJ Drama - My Accountant Lyrics

True story
First time I started seeing some money
Yeah
Was Trap or Die
My bank account got so crazy
(Oh, this shit gonna be crazy in a minute)
My accountant said, "Dram you're gon' have to pay taxes on these millions"
(Gangsta Grillz)

Louis V duffel, fuck a brief case
Thousand hundreds in my pockets
Yeah, the blue face
Fifty thousand grams fill a suitcase
All black Prada gloves, you know them boots laced
Pearl white 'Rari, call it toothpaste
Tom Ford on me, you know the suit place
Assets and the cash flow
We re-rockin' when the cash low
Drop a whole, bring a half back
Whole kitchen fume
Where your mask at?
Celine sweats and some Air Ones
AR's with the big drums

One time for the rich shooters
Got more chains than the jewelers
My accountant lit
F&Ns in the Rolls
Rich gangsta shit
One time for the rich shooters
Got more chains than the jewelers
My accountant lit
F&Ns in the Rolls
Rich gangsta shit

Break it down, buss it up
Digit scale, zip lock it
Vacuum seal it, double up
Ain't talkin 'bout prime when I tell 'em send a truck
Favorite prayer from a driver
See ya there, best of luck
Cubans shinin' on that black Amiri Tee, never tucked
Black Phantom with the stars for the star, that's what's up
I'm in a Sergio Tacchini 'cause it match the Lamborghini
Make 'em birds disappear like the great Houdini
Lost a mill in Mississippi
You could ask, you can ask
Hit up Kuma Ted walk for the stunnas and the beanie
Black tech, cut the check
What's the goal? Buy a jet
Trackhawk, or the 'Vette
Big chain, break your neck (let's go)

One time for the rich shooters
Got more chains than the jewelers
My accountant lit
F&Ns in the Rolls
Rich gangsta shit
One time for the rich shooters
Got more chains than the jewelers
My accountant lit
F&Ns in the Rolls
Rich gangsta shit

You know
These eight figure checks, I still feel like a intern
Haha