Receipt

Yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on Young boy, I know you love me like you never loved You know you couldn't find a better thug And uh, you been peepin' me since I was younger So young that you even called me your little brother But I'm all grown up now I got my own money I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman And guess what? my daughter want another Sister or a brother and you lookin' like a mother I took you from a clubber to a lover And you took another bitch husband The other bitch wasn't doin' shit for him She say she did too much, I say she did nothin' She need to quit frontin' I haven't hid nothin' and you love everything Can't hide ya feelings, won't let my pride conceal it You got Wayne, I charge it to the game And baby you can keep the change, but... I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need (Yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away) I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need (Yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Destiny Child CD, song number three She cater to me 'till we fall asleep Then we wake up and we pick up where we started Then she make a nigga breakfast sprite, orange juice, and water And she on stage waitin' for me after my show So no time for groupies, straight to the top flo' Yeah, fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel Then after an hour, she gon' need another shower I'm at home or in my Coupe or in the office Or the streets or in the booth, thinkin' bout you And, most of the girls that come by are cute And they try to holla but they all on mute And, my old girls turn they face up at me Yeah, they thrown they purses and they make up at me Cus you got Wayne, I charge it to the game And baby you can keep the change but... I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need (Yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away) I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need (Yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face So I do it over snares and bass Music take me away) Come home smellin' food on the stove She done cleaned the whole house Washed the dishes and the clothes And we out we do it just how we supposed Look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls Royce, choice of car that we move And she gets high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it You hear them hallways we always doin' it Work cut, everytime feel like the first one Perfect, when a nigga stressed off that work shit Take away all the pain, make it lesser than dirt That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game And baby you can keep the change but... I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt (Yeah) To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need (I got you) I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need (Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face So I do it over snares and bass Music take her away)