Текст песни No Receipts In La (feat. Tre Castle & Droop) - Don Monét

Okay the sun gone rise Like cheeks
Out of my sheets
Show respect for the check on my neck
You better speak
Pay attention you get tips from the ref
With no receipts
Guns for my boys these ain't toys
This shit ain't cheap
Rest in peace to the boy King Von
You gotta know that
Nowadays niggas losing they fight
They gotta blow that so no cap
The way I leave the house and shoes
Both strapped
Soldier Brons on
I'm rolling up where the goat at
I got fans in LA
Plus plans in LA
No old bitches
I den shipped a 100 grams to the A
In a day
I might kid around and dance
But I don't play
Unless I see a check with an advance then I stay
Fight like I'm the chosen one
Cold like when ya nose will run
My goals is done
Once I set my mind to it it's over son
It's time for bed
Jump in head first
Because I aim for head
I'm gaining bread
Hunnids and them legs
Is what I came to spread

Niggas tryna bait me I say carry on
I just left lax top shelf in my carry on
She gotta nigga I still hit an I know I'm a wrong
You say my name I grip my fye like where u know me from
We need receipts ain't no beef until somebody dead
Soldiers can't come home until they bring the opps head
If they slain in the field that's a honorable death
If you shoot when he swing that's a pussy at best
I been moving Ps like autocorrect
Left baby's on her cheek that's child neglect
Shawty boujie talking goofy ain't respond to her text
She a hoe she a thot she da swoop at best
I got finesse like a finger roll
Iceman Gervin yea hooping outta Two-door
Wit two hoes sniff glucose and only lord knows
I swear I'm finna drop em like loose doe
VI New Wutang
Please hide ya boo thang
We go retarded Bobby Boucher
Niggas bitches when yo due date
Don't travel wit a suitcase
Currency exchange
We in our bag like a sack race
Tell Me how defeat taste

Been a few days since Don asked for the verse
I said if you gone send a beat
You might as well send a hearse
Because this shit is dead
DM a fly bitch then leave her shit on read
I'm into bread
Stayed down all winter watch me get ahead
Summertime pop out
Wrist on Winnipeg
Stayed in my own lane
Cause niggas really sending lead
Don't got time for a bitch if she ain't sending head
She ain't even eyeing your wrist if it ain't VVS
Walking out of Lennox with hammers
Under the trench coat
And it go bam bam like Flintstones
Every nigga around me my kinfolk
Stuff the gar and my nigga blowing out big smoke
40 sliding down your avenue
And getting paper
That's when all these bitch niggas
Really mad at you
I shocked these and the flow is really static too
And big beard big gun
They think he radical