Crunchin The Band$ Lyrics

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