Receipts

[Verse 1]

No, I am not that ho

20K, first class for a one day show

And I made so much back with the merch I sold

I am a business man, I'm no average ho

I am the headliner, not the support, bro

I think you got it twisted, let me show you though

I am a rockstar and I'm twice as cold

These little doo-doo boys, they could get up and go

I took this shit hostage and I won't let go

I am the real deal, not some SoundCloud ho

Oh, you really doin' numbers? Ask about me though

Oh, you think you hot? Let me prove you cold

Little boys, oh, you think you got toys?

Little boys, oh, you think you make the noise?

Little boys, oh, you think you got the heat?

Little boys, oh, you think you from the street?

Nah, bro, shut ya dumbass up

Y'all them goofy hypebeasts with y'all double cups

Everybody in your squad, but it's just three blunts

Oh, you waitin' on that sour, boy, you fuckin' up

Pay attention, pay attention when a grown up talk

You are not fuckin' rich and you don't hold no work

All your music fuckin' corny and it sound the same

Let me guess, you just waited to put on your team

I am sorry, I am sorry, I am not this mean

All your circulation cuttin' off, them skinny jeans

You're all the court jesters and I am the queen

All y'all do is walk SoHo and y'all act like fiends

[Verse 2]

XXL done featured me, well

How the fuck does that feel? No, you don't wish me well

No, you hope that I fail, but I won't 'cause I can't

It's Return of the Mack and I'm lit to the max

And I really count stacks, this a tour back to back

And I got a catalogue, that's iconic as fuck

Three albums in three years, damn, I'm good as fuck

It's 2017 and you out of luck

This is Princess Nokia, I don't give no fucks

I just light my L and I do my work

Make a big exhale, then I turn and burp

You don't like my style? Well, okay, that's cool

'Cause my money real long and I am not like you

I'm an old school ho with a new school flow

I refuse to be supportin', got my own damn show

I'ma headline that, that's my racks on racks

I'ma sell it all out and I'ma make that back

See a bill full of dudes, I don't play that shit

I'm a motherfuckin' superstar, you heard me, bitch

I'm a motherfuckin' legend, not some lit rap bitch

And I refuse to open for a dude that really ain't shit

[Outro]

Laughin' at the rappers who got ego in they pocket

Always talkin' money, but they never ever got it

They always gotta flex it, if you rich, then you don't stress it

The less you show, the more you have, and let that be a lesson