RECEIPTS ft. WoodRichh

On the path to get riches, in my bag like receipts

I'm an addict for bitches, she wanna move up the seat

I'm going back just to hit it and paint her face with my skeet

I want a caddy with spinners to do the dash on the street

I'm in that Chrysler cruisin leaving a bunch of skids on the tar

And I know that they've been snoozing bout the hit the alarm

I've been playing with the kitty like they doing some yarn

I might come up to your city and just tear it apart

I'm just trying to stack my bread and make a couple million

If they tripping on the kid, ask them what the dilly is

Clowns on some silly shit, snakes changing like chameleons