KA$HDAMI - Receipts lyrics

[Chorus: KA$HDAMI] These hollow tips hit that boy face like this beat This ni**as be tippin' and tellin' they tweets Did some sh*t in my town, but I keep it discreet I don't want no ho, b*tch, rub my feet I don't wan' go slow, we gon' fu*k to this beat ni**a seen the stick, now he wanna retreat Now you joining yo' man, ni**a, no Google Meet Said he made a hunnid K, show the receipts My b*tch think I'm cheating, girl, show the receipts New hoe look like Coi Leray, yeah, she petite We gon' scratch that boy off like a lottery sheet Wake up, make money, fu*k b*tches, repeat If it ain't about riches, please, don't speak to me If I find out you snitching, be gone in a week He sent me his mixtape, had to delete [Verse 1: KA$HDAMI] I been beating the block, know the block hurt She say I'm young, but my stroke game shocked her How I mix the codeine, you would think I'm a doctor Watch out for opps in the hood like a proctor Shawty kept tryna FaceTime, had to block her No, we can't kick it, ni**a, this ain't soccer KA$HDAMI king of this game, need an Oscar ni**as be mad 'cause they seeing me prosper Labels been callin', what you tryna offer? He look at this stick like he seen a monster Shawty can't hold conversations, she awkward If we make a song, ni**a, it's an honor Yo' b*tch ugly, I fu*k everybody, but not her She call me daddy, girl, you not my daughter ni**as be writing them statements, they authors He talkin' sh*t wearing Champion, don't even bother [Verse 2: BabySantana] You want a feature, boy, what is your offer? I'm going up, on God, I gotta prosper She call me daddy but I'm not her father Told women, "Santana, boy, it is an honor" Lil' shawty not feelin' you, boy, she is feelin' me Shoutout to Dami, put me on epiphany Got a bad white girl, she told me her name was Tiffany And they always hating, I know they tryna get rid of me And he claiming that he better, lil' boy, you gotta be kidding me I'm finally going up, I know they sick of me Ain't no tryna get high, I'm tryna get up where the ceiling be Shooting back to back to back, they keep on calling it a trilogy [Chorus: KA$HDAMI & BabySantana] These hollow tips hit that boy face like this beat This ni**as be tippin' and tellin' they tweets Did some sh*t in my town but I keep it discreet I don't want no ho, b*tch, rub my feet I don't wan' go slow, we gon' fu*k to this beat ni**a seen the stick, now he wanna retreat Now you joining yo' man, ni**a, no Google Meet [Outro: KA$HDAMI & BabySantana] Now you joining yo' man, ni**a, no Google Meet Now you joining yo' man, ayy, no Google Meet Now you joining yo' man, ni**a, no Google Meet This ni**as be tippin' and tellin' they tweets Did some sh*t in my town but I keep it discreet I don't want no ho, b*tch, rub my feet I don't wan' go slow, we gon' fu*k to this beat ni**a seen this stick, now he wanna retreat Now you joining yo' man, ni**a, no Google Meet Said he made a hunnid K, show the receipts My b*tch think I'm cheating, girl, show the receipts New ho look like Coi Leray, yeah, she petite We gon' scratch that boy off like a lottery sheet Wake up, make money, fu*k b*tches, repeat If it ain't about riches, please, don't speak to me If I find out you snitching, be gone in a week He sent me his mixtape, had to delete