Receipts (feat. Dell)

They let me in and I’m running amok

Made me a bag and I’m running it

Digging for dirt then I’m wishing u luck

Cuz u can’t get exposed if u keep it a buck

I’ll take the loyalty over respect

Don’t need a trophy to know I’m the best

Don’t need no love long as I get a check

I don’t pop out less I’m getting a check

She say she love it when I start to flex

That casamigo put pep in my step

Baby girl what’s shakin

U are looking at a Legend in the making

U ain’t doing nothing if nobody hatin

They gone take it how they wanna take it

At some point u gotta Level up from Basic

They hate to see it but ya boy done made it

So take that bottle to the face and face it

I’m hot now

Bitch I’m feeling brand new every time I back out of the lot now

What the fuck they gon do when we

Pull up with the top down

Used to front on me now they all on me baby not now

That’s the way shit goes baby it’s a cold world and I’m hot now

Bottles all over the suite

Got designer shit down to the feet

All these diamonds got everyone geeking

I’m saying

I was down on my luck and nobody was checking for me

Now it’s all the way up and believe me I kept the receipts

**** be aggy and can’t even tell you the reason

But it’s all love when you chasing the chicken ain’t no time to be beefing

**** be testing the wave and they can’t even swim in the deep end

Might have to come to your block just to see if you bout what you tweeting

They really think that I’m pop like I really can’t get on some street shit

Muhfucking right I’m a sellout I sell out a show every weekend

Swear I don’t party a lot

When I do it be looking like Freaknik

Dell bout slide on the opps and you better go step up your defense

D’usse on me I got 2k on me worth of bud so I’m reeking

And my jewelry dripping if he try to reach for my chain have him leaking

See I’m the type **** if he walk away with my shit he could keep it

And my custy just told me to meet him at 8 at the back of the school ‘cause that **** be teaching

I said I’m undefeated

Boy you could take it or leave it

I count the money I read it

I might get me some P’s and break ‘em down into pieces

I don’t play with this money I clean it

Like watch me get rich for no reason

I’m balling I don’t need a season

What the fuck they gon’ do when they see us

We hot so we toting some heaters