[Lyric] Receipts (Connor Price)

[Intro: Connor Price]
Yeah, look

[Verse 1: Connor Price]
Every day that they see me, they like, "Wassup dude" (Wassup dude)
I tell them "Not much" (Not much), but we know it’s not true
Got a to-do list that every day I gotta run through (Yeah)
I don’t wanna small talk 'bout it (Ayy), let the work talk for me (Yeah, woah)
I don't tell nobody 'bout my secrets (Nah)
Keep it to myself 'cause nowadays they wanna leak it (Right)
I don’t even share it with my family as of recent (Mmm)
Not 'cause I don’t trust them, I would rather let them see it for themselves
I got insecurities, I don’t wear them on my sleeves
So you know I gotta keep them on the shelf, like awards I don’t have yet
And every second that I wasted talking 'bout it is a second I can’t have back, look

[Chorus: Connor Price]
I don't’ wanna tell them everything I’m gonna do
I would rather show them everything that I achieved
I don’t wanna tell them that I got it with no proof
I would rather show them the receipts
[Verse 2: Connor Price]
I find it funny how they say you gotta talk less and do more
When I rap, I talk more and do less
Already had a blue check before I made the music
And now I’m making verified hits every stu' session (Go)
I got ways to go, I know I’ll never stop
Opportunities are coming' to me, I’ma let 'em knock
Open up the door and let them in, how could I ever not?
Better pop off any second, head spinnin’ like a helicopter
Let it breathe, then I’m back in it
You can give me any beat and I’m attacking' it (Yeah)
Four hundred at bat, what I'm averaging
Four of Clubs on the cap, the establishment (Uh)
At the show and the crowd get loud to it
Lyrics stay slick, but it’s still got a bounce to it
First round pick if they ever get around to it
First round K.O., I don’t gotta round two it

[Chorus: Connor Price & Lex Bratcher]
I don’t wanna tell them everything I’m gonna do (What?)
I would rather show them everything that I achieved (True)
I don’t wanna tell them that I got it with no proof (Huh?)
I would rather show them the receipts (The receipts)

[Verse 3: Lex Bratcher]
I don’t wanna tell them how much money I’ma blow (What)
I would rather show them when I pull up in that beam (Ohh)
I don't wanna tell them not to fuck 'round with the goat (Why?)
I would rather pull up with the banger on the seats (Huh)
Dicks hatin', these cats bitin’ my plays like every week (What?)
Quit playin', fore I’m aiming' and spraying' at ya teeth (Oh)
In laymen’s, they can’t play with this human, I’'m elite (Ah)
What I’m saying' is you my pet in this game, now where’s your leash? (Ooh)
Big brain, got my pen staying' on jet flame
Feel the pain whenever I start orangutan-gin' the beat
Get paid for a quick eight, was just laid
Man I ate so many verses, I think they stainin’ on my teeth
Hold on, let me check that
Got them asking “Where is Lex at?" (Where)
Best rap, got them' pressed bad, what you said, cap
Matty Beats, Lex, and Connor P
Gon’ get your neck snapped, yeah
[Chorus: Connor Price]
I don’t wanna tell them everything I’m gonna do
I would rather show them everything that I achieved
I don’t wanna tell them that I got it with no proof
I would rather show them the receipts