I got receipts
Like bandz in the bag
No dye packs
Account in the black
I got receipts
Old voicemails
With timestamps
Snaps and grams
I got receipts
Firing away
I hope you got a vest for these screenshots
I got receipts
How do you plead
These facts got you beat
No more lovin' me
Pull up
Sexy from the floor up
Hair done, face beat, turnin' heads like hold up, pause
With your slo-mo on
With your high heels on
When you question his actions
Where have you been, I tried to call
Thotting around
Risking it all
Stories I ain't buying
I know that you cappin'
Ain't got no more talkin'
Now watch him say baby
It's all in your head
And sweet talk and kiss it away
He'll blame it on grey goose and all of your friends
And when he's finished lyin'
Tell em'
I got receipts
Like bandz in the bag
No dye packs
Account in the black
I got receipts
Old voicemails
With timestamps
Snaps and grams
I got receipts
Firing away
I hope you got a vest for these screenshots
I got receipts
How do you plead
These facts got you beat
No more lovin' me
And baby don't you let him see you cryin'
Cause you know that you're stronger than that yeah
Just treat him like a boss bitch do
Say you're tired, fired, and send him to the left goodnight!
It's clear as day you put on a show
Isn't that you, on video?
This is just the foreplay
Sorry it's in 4k
Baby be on your way
Now watch him say baby
It's all in your head
And sweet talk and kiss it away
He'll blame it on grey goose and all of your friends
And when he's finished lyin'
Tell em'
I got receipts
Like bandz in the bag
No dye packs
Account in the black
I got receipts
Old voicemails
With timestamps
Snaps and grams
I got receipts
Firing away
I hope you got a vest for these screenshots
I got receipts
How do you plead
These facts got you beat
No more lovin' me
You was the bae
You was the papi
Thought we would rocket
To outer space
Got outta place
Got outta pocket
Thought we were ready for the countdown
Blast off with the top down
But it's show and tell now
You cappin' on repeat like a b-i
I be in the cut for receipts on my p.i.,
Shout out to my C.I.'s
All my girls know what to do when they see ya
So tell me the truth
Cut you no slack, I'm cutting you loose
I got the scoop, and I got nothing to lose
You are no match for my sleuth
Baby that's a problem
Now you got some problems
Don't think you can solve em
I got receipts
Like bandz in the bag
No dye packs
Account in the black
I got receipts
Old voicemails
With timestamps
Snaps and grams
I got receipts
Firing away
I hope you got a vest for these screenshots
I got receipts
How do you plead
These facts got you beat
No more lovin' me