Pullin Out Receipts
Pullin out receipts
I can see it now
You think niggas clueless
She gon' act out
I think she believing all them rumors
Lemme find out
I'm that nigga you can tell
Don't lose yo mind now
Known to put it up for sale
That bitch on timeout
Tryna cuff me without bail
I'm tryna bond out
If you don't catch up
You get left yea
Gone fishin for some bad bitches
Big drip on my neck
Like I been water whippin
I think she like me
She gon' hit me when her man dippin'
And when I hit it
Up the rent like I'm in my building
Pullin out receipts
I can see it now
You think niggas clueless
She gon' act out
I think she believing all them rumors
Lemme find out
I'm that nigga you can tell
Don't lose yo mind now
Known to put it up for sale
Won't never chase her
She gon leave to run up some money
On all occasions
She gon call when she feelin lonely
Like she a patient
She be goin ghost
Now I know
I could never save her
She gon' have to fuck wit somebody
If it ain't gang
All these women showin luv different
She talk expensive
Keep a foreign like I'm John Lennon
She gon pay attention when the check hittin
I need attention
You can't listen to them other bitches
Pullin out receipts
I can see it now
You think niggas clueless
She gon' act out
I think she believing all them rumors
Lemme find out
I'm that nigga you can tell
Don't lose yo mind now
Known to put it up for sale
That bitch on timeout
Gone fishin for some bad bitches
Big drip on my neck
Like I been water whippin
I can see it now
You think niggas clueless
She gon' act out
I think she believing all them rumors
Lemme find out
I'm that nigga you can tell
Don't lose yo mind now
Known to put it up for sale
That bitch on timeout
Tryna cuff me without bail
I'm tryna bond out
If you don't catch up
You get left yea
Gone fishin for some bad bitches
Big drip on my neck
Like I been water whippin
I think she like me
She gon' hit me when her man dippin'
And when I hit it
Up the rent like I'm in my building
Pullin out receipts
I can see it now
You think niggas clueless
She gon' act out
I think she believing all them rumors
Lemme find out
I'm that nigga you can tell
Don't lose yo mind now
Known to put it up for sale
Won't never chase her
She gon leave to run up some money
On all occasions
She gon call when she feelin lonely
Like she a patient
She be goin ghost
Now I know
I could never save her
She gon' have to fuck wit somebody
If it ain't gang
All these women showin luv different
She talk expensive
Keep a foreign like I'm John Lennon
She gon pay attention when the check hittin
I need attention
You can't listen to them other bitches
Pullin out receipts
I can see it now
You think niggas clueless
She gon' act out
I think she believing all them rumors
Lemme find out
I'm that nigga you can tell
Don't lose yo mind now
Known to put it up for sale
That bitch on timeout
Gone fishin for some bad bitches
Big drip on my neck
Like I been water whippin
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Writer(s): Ian Woode
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