paroles de chanson Receipts - Chloe Dmnd feat. Aston

I'm in the hov lane
Stay the fuck in your lane
Reminiscing on the past crying game
Trynna play the blame game
Siting throwing your shade
Shade on a bad day feeling some way
I ain't fucking with the feels gotta feel away
I ain't feeling that way I felt other day
Woah woah woah woah
I'm on the money train
Choo choo choo choo
That's the money way
Gang gang gang one lane way
You could never break a bitch
Call me break away
Yeah yeah I went away for a holiday
When I seen you unfaithful had to getaway
I seen the two other bitches in your three way
You were half way through your foreplay
I got all the proof call it doomsday

I got the receipts
Why you fucking with me
Scusey
Making bitches think that you're all boujee
And I thought you were sweet
But then you went and cheated
Choosey
Sorry that I ran into your groupies
You better leave in three
Don't need apologies
I got the receipts
I got the receipts
I got the receipts

Scuse me you think I'm really that dumb
Yea I seen you balling out for the homerun
Which one for this one or that one
How come you spending my income
Say you boujee then boy do a bank run
Show that other bitch if you really someone
Oh hmm you can't draw the whole sum
I got the receipts you trynna pull a fast one

Yea I seen you on the Thursday
Boy you was acting thirsty
Got the receipt from Birthday
Don't deny that's worst way

Why you bother cheating
You didn't even have a reason
And I found the receipt in
The pocket that you put your keys in
Bought them both a LV speedy
Did your know your side bitches would greedy
Did you know your side bitches would be cheeky
Snitching on your ass she ran right into me

I got the receipts
Why you fucking with me
Scusey
Making bitches think that you're all boujee
And I thought you were sweet
But then you went and cheated
Choosey
Sorry that I ran into your groupies
You better leave in three
Don't need apologies
I got the receipts
I got the receipts
I got the receipts

I got the receipts
Why you fucking with me
I got the receipts
Why you fucking with me