Receipts Rick Ross & Scotty LVX

[Intro: Scotty LVX & Rick Ross]
Huh
(C Gutta)
Look
Ayy, sheesh (Walking Dead)
Huh
Huh, look, mmm

[Chorus: Scotty LVX]
Sheesh
Ayy, these Chanels on my feet
Uh, ayy, right, left, through the street
Ayy, need a crib by the beach
Been fly, you can check the receipts
Receipts
Ayy, got a bad bitch geeked
Uh, yeah, that's silk on the sheets
Uh, clothes straight from boutique
Been fly, you can check the receipts

[Verse 1: Scotty LVX]
Ayy, smooth nigga
Your big dipper says she going to the bathroom and want me to come with her
Just met her, she big pressure, I ain't put no effort
I'm just getting started, man, I'm only getting better
I been lit, been this, smell like thе Forbes list
She ain't getting no dick, no, unlеss she gorgeous
We ball so hard, I swear we used to pray 'bout it
Them broke boys probably gon' feel a way 'bout it
I might fuck a foreign bitch in the floor length first
She like, "Damn, that was good, but that was just an hors d'oeuvre"
And I can sing to her, but I don't want her fall in love
A nigga good in the hood, in the 'burbs