Cash and Receipts

[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 butter, you goddamn 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 fucking 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 niggas 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 bitches, 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 Hell block, hell block Still getting it I'm still counting Long paper