Crunchin the Band$

CPA I'm crunching
CPA I'm crunching
CPA I'm crunching
CPA I'm crunching through the bands
She don't use no hands
That boy selling grams, bitch
My calculator just did a dance
Cause I'm up they hate the man
Cause his life is in a jam
Golden Goose on my feet
Muchos Pesos in my hands

Fifty kay last week
That's not a lie
He did the math
That boy a spy
I'm in the field
I'm on the grind
Tax on time
Bitch so fine
Don't even fuck what he on
My whip came straight from Elon
Eeny meeny miny moe
I choose a bit now she on

CPA I'm crunching through the bands
She don't use no hands
That boy selling grams, bitch my calculator
Just did a dance
Cause I'm up they hate the man
Cause his life is in a jam
Golden Goose on my feet
Muchos Pesos in my hands
CPA I'm crunching
CPA I'm crunching
CPA I'm crunching
CPA I'm crunching

He a brokie
That's a jokie
Three point five inside my smokie
I could have the IRS pull up
And repossess your trophies
You don't know me
Know the old me
I'm the coach
And he the goalie
Getting money
Hella lonely
Stack it tall like Shaq and Kobe

CPA I'm crunching
CPA I'm crunching
CPA I'm crunching
CPA I'm crunching



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Writer(s): Michael Grant
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