Receipt

Yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face

So I do it over snares and bass

Music take me away

Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on

Young boy, I know you love me like you never loved

You know you couldn't find a better thug

And uh, you been peepin' 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 a brother and you lookin' like a mother

I took you from a clubber to a lover

And you took another bitch husband

The other bitch wasn't doin' shit for him

She say she did too much, I say she did nothin'

She need to quit frontin'

I haven't hid nothin' and you love everything

Can't hide ya 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 gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt

To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need

(Yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face

So I do it over snares and bass

Music take me away)

I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt

To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need

(Yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face

So I do it over snares and bass

Music take me away)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Destiny Child CD, song number three

She cater to me 'till we fall asleep

Then we wake up and we pick up where we started

Then she make a nigga breakfast sprite, orange juice, and water

And she on stage waitin' for me after my show

So no time for groupies, straight to the top flo'

Yeah, fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel

Then after an hour, she gon' need another shower

I'm at home or in my Coupe or in the office

Or the streets or in the booth, thinkin' bout you

And, most of the girls that come by are cute

And they try to holla but they all on mute

And, my old girls turn they face up at me

Yeah, they thrown they purses and they make up at me

Cus you got Wayne, I charge it to the game

And baby you can keep the change but...

I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt

To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need

(Yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face

So I do it over snares and bass

Music take me away)

I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt

To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need

(Yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face

So I do it over snares and bass

Music take me away)

Come home smellin' food on the stove

She done cleaned the whole house

Washed the dishes and the clothes

And we out we do it just how we supposed

Look good for the public leave the drama in the Rolls

Royce, choice of car that we move

And she gets high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it

You hear them hallways we always doin' it

Work cut, everytime feel like the first one

Perfect, when a nigga stressed off that work shit

Take away all the pain, make it lesser than dirt

That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game

And baby you can keep the change but...

I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt

(Yeah)

To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need

(I got you)

I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt

To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's kinda hard saying this shit to ya face

So I do it over snares and bass

Music take her away)