Receipt

Receipt (Explicit) - Lil Wayne

Lyrics by：The Heatmakers/D. Carter/O'Kelly Isley Jr./Ronald Isley/Rudolph Isley

Composed by：The Heatmakers/D. Carter/O'Kelly Isley Jr./Ronald Isley/Rudolph Isley

Yeah yeah

It's kinda hard saying this s**t to your face

So I do it over snares and bass

Music take me away

I got to hold on hold on to my receipt

Yeah to redeem your love that's exactly what I need

Yeah yeah yeah c'mon

Young bull

I know you love me like you never loved

You know you couldn't find a better thug

And uh

You been peeping me since I was younger

So young that you even called me your little brother

But I'm all grown up now I got my own money

I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman

And guess what my daughter want another

Sister or brother and you're looking like a mother

I took you from a clubber to a lover

And you took another b***h husband the other b***h wasn't

Doing s**t for him

She say she did too much I say she did nothing

She need to quit fronting

I haven't hid nothing and you love everything

Can't hide your feelings won't let my pride conceal it

You got Wayne I charge it to the game

And baby you can keep the change but

I got to hold on hold on to my receipt

Yeah

It's kinda hard saying this s**t to your face

So I do it over snares and bass

Music take me away

Hold on hold on to my receipt

Yeah yeah

It's kinda hard saying this s**t to your face

So I do it over snares and bass

Music take me away

Destiny child CD song number three

She cater to me 'til we fall asleep

Then we wake up and we pick up where we started

Then she make a n***a breakfast sprite orange juice and water

And she on stage waiting for me after my show

So no time for groupies straight to the top floor yeah

Fresh out the shower a smile and a towel

Then after an hour she gon' need another shower

When I'm at home in my coupe or in the office

Or the streets of the boot I'm thinking 'bout you

And most of the girls that come by are cute

And they try to holler but they're all on Mute

And my old girls turn their face up at me yeah

They throw their purses and their make-up at me

'Cause you got Wayne I charge it to the game

And baby you can keep the change but

I got to hold on hold on to my receipt

Yeah yeah yeah

It's kinda hard saying this s**t to your face

So I do it over snares and bass

Music take me away