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cash and receipts - boldy james lyrics

[intro: boldy james]
sig*sauer boys
227 concreatures
world working
k.o. king, boldy blocks

[verse 1: boldy james]
they still can’t believe
that was my face they seen on them tv screens
mr. b.b. king, got out to a slow start now i’m gaining speed
took off, about to take the lead
on the 7 with them k.o. kings
told mr. guess list check my name off at k.o.d’s
everything on me, we party like little kings
where we going from breakfast, never eating at denny’s
in that 6 speed switching gears
give your boy till next year, i bet i’ll be in the bentley
crib payed for still working, staying busy
with my fam put up on the outskirts of the city
big ace wholesale, twerking in the spizzy
with my man juno, on burg and joy rizzy
they wonder that i could be dropping work on the skizzy
and come up off the peanut b*tter, you godd*mn skippy
[chorus: poppy bricks and boldy james]
fresh out the mall with a bag full of sneaks
pocket full of cash and receipts
bag in the car, got a stash for the heat
that i like to blast on repeat
plus a goodie bag full of treats
running through the bag in a blink
we all toss big trash and it’s cheap
my pocket full of cash and receipts

[verse 2: dame cash]
flat 10 and my true’s a hundred thou’ i had to have
bad b*tch with me like 9 on the side
keep a big mac, no fries on the side
just hundreds, 20s, 50s, no fives in the ride
i sent the dimes to my b*tch threw the ones in the car
40 here, only 47 in the car
i can’t really remember, i know it’s number’s on the card
i know it’s not a 300, shooting 450
bowls of the kush 6,000
all day i’ve been counting i swear all day i’ve been spending
my whole f*cking life i’ve been winning
i want to live right still sinning
my old school need a new engine
i’m trying to stack cash cause the street n*ggas have no pensions
cash rules everything around me, i mean that
the finer things in life, had it, done it and seent that
[bridge: boldy james]
pockets full of cash and receipts
cash and receipts, cash and receipts
yeah

[verse 3: poppy bricks]
bending blocks, getting drunk in the bins
i’m burning rubber like it came with the rims
but y’all don’t hear me though
haters in my way, but i don’t see them bro
so over the top, i don’t see the flow
so many b*tches, i don’t need a hoe
but i need batteries cause my scaley low
and i need a new phone cause my celly broke
all of my life i was selling dope
catch me in the d with a pelly coat
or running from the cops pointing at me yelling “there he go!”
i ain’t going back* you already know
i got a daughter to feed, she likes cereal
caddy power wheel trucks with the stereo
some say it’s just material
but how i made it all reality it was a miracle
i can’t say it enough
you might as well say it with us
cause if you did then i wouldn’t have to say it as much
just concreatures
[outro: boldy james]
stop playing with us
foreign bricks
h*ll block, h*ll block
still getting it
i’m still counting
long paper

- boldy james lyrics

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