plato's closet

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm good with numbers, accountant Got a stick, got a gun, get around quick I'm go— I'm good with numbers, accountant Got a stick, got a gun, get around quick My bank acc— Clever, you took a swipe at me with a kunai Oh, that's a scary face Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh (#NOVAGANG) [Verse] Money, I want it, fifties and hundreds Bodies, we droppin', you say so, I'm on it The case closed, we won it, Plato I'm movin' Draco abusin', Draco, I use it You isn't 'bout what you say in your music Don't leave the house, you just sit on the couch, you ain't gettin' no money Take it with a grain of salt, but you funny Step in line if you want something from me On and on, on and on, on and on What you want? What you need? Do you love me? Do you put anyone else above me? All the time, mad about something How many times can I tеll you, I'm done, bit'? I wake up and keep being a dumb bitch Oppеrs, they see me and run quick Coppers, I see 'em, I'm duckin' I wake up, get this dough like it's Dunkin' Ask if she wanna know, I doubt it Whinin' and poutin' Don't wan' go, man, I'm screamin' and shoutin' What's the move? Gotta get me in town quick Never catch me with a down bitch You can't catch me, tryna count it I'm good with numbers, accountant Got a stick, got a gun, get around quick My bank account is arousin' Always need over a thousand