I'm in the hov lane
Stay the f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking with me
I got the receipts
Why you f*cking with me
Chloe Dmnd - Receipts (feat. Aston) Lyrics
Chloe Dmnd - Receipts (feat. Aston) Lyrics
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I'm in the hov lane
Stay the f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking with me
I got the receipts
Why you f*cking with me
Stay the f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking with me
I got the receipts
Why you f*cking with me
Writer: Chloe Page, Sophie Curtis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid