Receipts

Better pass that drink, better pass that dro

Better pass that drink, better pass that dro
Better hit that shit, you better pass me more
Homie pour the shit out, why you gotta play that?
Why you gotta do that? Why you gotta say that?
I'ma smoke my shit
I'ma pass that smoke when we pack and dip
Better swim to shores, better take that rip
Let it rain and pour, yo

Homie take your shit, get a cab and go
Better send that dough, I don't hear no more
My head's on loose and your jeans too tight
I'ma pull up after work and get too high
Crashing when I hit the couch smoking cherry pie
Feels like I'm falling but we don't let it fly
Smile on my face and all you hearing lies
I'll be in the bank account, it be acting fucked up
Bank account's fucked up, you better get fucked up
Homies on speed dial they already fucked up
Friends in the rain slide, weather night daytime
Shorty and it ain't mine, shorty and it ain't mine

Shorty's bad as the bass line
Homies that facetime tell me don't waste time
All your bitches are wack, better drop a stack
At the coffee house for the fella's and me
Stella's that reek, smoking that cheese
Give her a squeeze while I'm grinding the beef
Homies they lack, now we smoking your racks
When they selling out shows, now we rolling receipts

Every time I show up it's like "Fuck you, pay me"
Better show me the receipts, I don't trust fools lately
Three consecutive weeks with all these bitches so wavy
Pull up in the Benz, who the fuck gone hate me?
Switching off the top I don't write that
Pull up got a thousand on me right back
Maxing racks at the teller cause I'm like that
Sipping eights out of grey cups like the tiger cats
Switch to sport when I'm riding 'round
My XO what I'm on, now I smile and frown
They don't like to see me win as they holding it down
COLEMAN be a king as they holding the crown

Act like my homie, act like the enemy
Shorty she calling me, fuck with the melody
Fuck is you telling me? Fuck is you telling me?
Put in some work and don't catch a felony
How many pills, how many pills?
Fuck up the recipe, she is ten to me
Shorty the remedy, fuck doing seventy
Not doing seventy, the bitch is my enemy
What they ain't listen? Why they ain't listen?
What do you said to me? What do you said to me?
Fuck do you said to me? Shorty she calling me
What do you want with me? What do you want with me?

Check
I work too damn hard to give a fuck what you think
I ain't picking up the call, none of yall was hearing me
I was in the stu three days, ten songs, three waves
Like 35 verses
Fuji killed the beat I put em in a hearse
Bitch too bad keep the uh in her purse
Ass so fat throw back and get hurt
I'm surfing the earth, got turf in the blunt
I ain't waiting on yall keep serving it up
Keys in the floor gone open it up
Gone open the clutch, put the gas to the floor
I'm so in the cut so deep to the core
Head in the clouds, eyes low on the floor
Back in the back she attacking the kid
Fake ass friends gone pass in the wind
And I been the one, don't ask me again
Go ahead and sleep on me it's all part of the plan
Really we gone see who's laughing in the end
I got 25 hoes in the back of the Benz
16 Oz I'm a pound of the best