Receipts
Lyrics
Huh
(C Gutta)
Look
Ayy, sheesh (Walkin' Dead)
Huh
Huh, look, mmm
Sheesh
Ayy, these Chanels on my feet
Uh, ayy, right, left through the street
Ayy, need a crib by the beach
Been fly, you can check the receipts
Receipts
Ayy, got a bad bitch geeked
Uh, yeah, that's silk on the sheets
Uh, clothes straight from boutique
Been fly, you can check the receipts
Ayy, smooth nigga
Your big dipper says she goin' to the bathroom
And want me to come with her
Just met her, she big pressure, I ain't put no effort
I'm just gettin' started, man, I'm only gettin' better
I been lit, been this, smell like the Forbes list
She ain't gettin' no dick, no, unless she gorgeous
We ball so hard, I swear we used to pray 'bout it
Them broke boys probably gon' feel a way 'bout it
I might fuck a foreign bitch in the floor length first
She like, "Damn, that was good, but that was just the hors d'oeuvre"
And I can sin' to her, but I don't want her fall in love
A nigga good in the hood, in the 'burbs
You can check the receipts
Ayy, these Chanels on my feet
Uh, ayy, right, left through the street
Ayy, need a crib by the beach
Been fly, you can check the receipts
Receipts
Ayy, got a bad bitch geeked
Uh, yeah, that's silk on the sheets
Uh, clothes straight from boutique
Been fly, you can check the receipts
Huh
Powerboat, she in bikinis when I hit the wave (Maybach Music)
Let her hold my Lamborghini, I got different wage
I could fly another bitch in just to flip the page
I'm the richest in the city is what niggas sayin', please
(Strap) strapped up, we in two different game
I'm in the Chevy and blue twenty, that's just on the paint (huh)
I'm gettin' rich, I'm with my niggas when they say we can't (yeah)
Never was a thief, but for my dog, I'll rob a bank (I'll rob a bank)
G-Wagons and we switchin' lanes (yoom)
Got the shooters with me, niggas dyin' over fame (brrt)
Bitches call they friends and tell 'em once they knew we came (boss)
Knew we multimillionaires just how we land the plane (you can land the plane)
You can check the receipts
Ayy, these Chanels on my feet
Uh, ayy, right, left through the street
Ayy, need a crib by the beach
Been fly, you can check the receipts
Receipts
Ayy, got a bad bitch geeked
Uh, yeah, that's silk on the sheets
Uh, clothes straight from boutique
Been fly, you can check the receipts
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Writer(s): Liana Banks, Terrell Parham, William L. Roberts II
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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