I HATE MY ACCOUNTANT

(Wick Kid)
(So, I'm probably gon' hate my accountant)
(I'm probably gon' hate my accountant)
(I'm probably gon' hate my accountant)
(I'm probably gon' hate my accountant)
(I'm probably gon' hate my accountant)
(I'm probably gon' hate my accountant)
(I'm probably gon' hate my, Woah)

I'm probably gon' hate my accountant (that's facts)
Got racks and I can't even count it
Stack up a whole lot of bands, tryna make me a mountain
Diamonds so wet tryna make me a fountain
Give a damn 'bout an ounce imma drink the whole gallon
Pull up in a mustang Megan Thee Stallion
Ain't like what I did so start up a riot
I see what I like imma buy it

You all on my body
Already know imma pipe it like Scottie
Yoga in bed got her doing pilates
Finessin' my hobby,I'm winning like Ali
Ridin' in a wraith, you cant see me like Johnny
Countin' this money like it's part of a hobby
Get to the bread like i'm wrapping salami
If I ain't gettin' money that's on me
I could be in Philly selling weed to zombies

Pick up the pen and start writing when I feel enlightened
Look at my swag, they bite, they looking like Mike
Whole lot of bags full of chicken got me looking like Tyson
Hold up, let me take that back I don't do no writing
Pick up the 'gat, I don't do no fighting
I'm striking like lightning
I wouldn't be making the music I do if it wasn't for Tytan (Woah)

Yeah, I'm probably gon' hate my accountant
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant
Why would I check my balance?
I take off the tag I don't look at the price
I ain't 'rey have no allowance
Imma buy that bag if the feeling is right
What do you mean I can't buy that?
I looked at my bank and it's more than enough
Look at the watch on my wrist
The bezel is froze, the hand got stuck
These hoes would go to the club with no damn money
Hoping they'll get piped up (Woah)

Da-Damnit you ran out of luck
Spilled the drink
So I had to call Stanley the Steamer
Need me a cleaner way more than an eater
She only eat meat, man im snitching to PETA
She make it disappear like Selena
Play with the rackies I feel like Serena
I can have love for the girl but I still won't need her

If you ain't been around for a minute don't call me Sitta (Not at all)
Your friend can't come with you (hell no)
The car I got a two-seater
I stress sometimes,I don't want you dying
Told homie to put down the liter

On Instagram she was looking real fine
But she ain't look good when I seen her
When i'm not rocking designs
I rock me some vintage attire, or maybe a beater
What happened to face-to-face
These boys get mad and turn into
Tweeters

I'm probably gon' hate my accountant
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant (What)
Why would I check my balance?
I take off the tag I don't look at the price
I ain't 'rey have no allowance
Imma buy that bag if the feeling is right (Hey)

I'm probably gon' hate my accountant
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant (That's facts)
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant (That's facts)
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant
I'm probably gon' hate my accountant



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