plato’s closet

[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