Jeezy & DJ Drama – My Accountant Lyrics

Jeezy & DJ Drama – My Accountant Lyrics

My Accountant Lyrics by Jeezy & DJ Drama

[Intro: DJ Drama]
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

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro:DJ Drama]
You know these eight figure checks
I still feel like a intern
Haha