Lyrics Receipts (with BabySantana) - KA$HDAMI , Baby Santana

These hollow tips hit that boy face like this beat
This niggas be tippin' and tellin' they tweets
Did some shit in my town, but I keep it discreet
I don't want no ho, bitch, rub my feet
I don't wan' go slow, we gon' fuck to this beat
Nigga seen the stick, now he wanna retreat
Now you joining yo' man, nigga, no Google Meet
Said he made a hunnid K, show the receipts
My bitch 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, fuck bitches, 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
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, nigga, this ain't soccer
KA$HDAMI king of this game, need an Oscar
Niggas 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, nigga, it's an honor
Yo' bitch ugly, I fuck everybody, but not her
She call me daddy, girl, you not my daughter
Niggas be writing them statements, they authors
He talkin' shit wearing Champion, don't even bother
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
These hollow tips hit that boy face like this beat
This niggas be tippin' and tellin' they tweets
Did some shit in my town but I keep it discreet
I don't want no ho, bitch, rub my feet
I don't wan' go slow, we gon' fuck to this beat
Nigga seen the stick, now he wanna retreat
Now you joining yo' man, nigga, no Google Meet
Now you joining yo' man, nigga, no Google Meet
Now you joining yo' man, ayy, no Google Meet
Now you joining yo' man, nigga, no Google Meet
This niggas be tippin' and tellin' they tweets
Did some shit in my town but I keep it discreet
I don't want no ho, bitch, rub my feet
I don't wan' go slow, we gon' fuck to this beat
Nigga seen this stick, now he wanna retreat
Now you joining yo' man, nigga, no Google Meet
Said he made a hunnid K, show the receipts
My bitch 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, fuck bitches, 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