Receipts

Intro

(Bardi! Yeah. Look. Woo!)

Drop the beat, let 'em know

Verse 1

Look, they mad 'cause I'm up and they stuck (Haha)

If it ain't about a bag, I don't give a single fuck (No)

Heard they sub-tweeting, then deleting their posts (Pussies!)

I'm on international flights, doing a toast (Clink)

I don't need a co-sign, I don't need a vouch (Nah)

Got your baby daddy laid out on my custom couch (Oowee)

I'm buying up the block, you just leasing the fit (Broke)

I spit the type of flow that make the labels submit (Bardi!)

They acting like we equals, bitch we ain't in the same bracket (Yeah)

I'm wearing high fashion, you wearing a straight jacket (Crazy)

Mad 'cause I'm popping, mad 'cause I'm glowing

My bank account look like it's continuously snowing (Brrr!)

You beefing with yourself, I'm too busy getting paid

Throwing shade from the dark while I'm catching a fade (Ah!)

Pre-Chorus

Don't play with me, play with your kids (Woo!)

Before I gotta show you what the fuck I just did (Yeah)

Chorus

Run it up, run it up, watch the numbers go (Ching, ching!)

You bitches acting for the gram, wrap up the show (Cut!)

Talk a lot of shit but it's quiet in the streets (Shh)

Claiming that you rich? Let me see the receipts! (Where?!)

Let me see the receipts, let me see the receipts (Yeah, yeah)

Claiming that you bossed up, show me the receipts (Bitch)

You a fraud, you a fan, you a copycat clone (Ah)

I'm sitting on the top and I built my own throne (Woo!)

Verse 2

Look, pussy on Dasani, make a rich man drown (Water!)

He a king in the streets, but I'm taking the crown (Bow down)

I need the head right before he get in the bed (Yeah)

If the stroke ain't long, he get left on read (Bye!)

Grip it like a joystick, riding it fast (Vroom, vroom)

If he ain't got the stamina, put him in the trash (Next)

I don't do the basic, missionary for the weak (Nah)

Got him speaking Spanish every time we in the sheets (Ay papi)

He buying me the ice just to see the shit melt (Yeah)

I got him on his knees like he begging for help (Ooh)

Swiping his Amex, I'm maxing it out (Swipe)

That's what this Bronx heavy-hitter is about (Bardi!)

They trying to compare, but the math ain't mathing

I look at their streams and I just start laughing (Hahaha)

Pre-Chorus

Don't play with me, play with your kids (Woo!)

Before I gotta show you what the fuck I just did (Ah)

Chorus

Run it up, run it up, watch the numbers go (Ching, ching!)

You bitches acting for the gram, wrap up the show (Cut!)

Talk a lot of shit but it's quiet in the streets (Shh)

Claiming that you rich? Let me see the receipts! (Where?!)

Let me see the receipts, let me see the receipts (Yeah, yeah)

Claiming that you bossed up, show me the receipts (Bitch)

You a fraud, you a fan, you a copycat clone (Ah)

I'm sitting on the top and I built my own throne (Woo!)

Outro

Show me the receipts (Yeah)

Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no fake in my sheets (Nah)

Bardi! (Woo)

You bitches still on layaway

Yeah, yeah, ah!

(Cash register sound)

I'm out