Part 2 of the bs

“Still Texting — Part 2: Receipts”

Oh, you thought Part 1 was bad?

Nah…

You better hope I stay quiet.

’Cause you don’t want me talking.

Every time she send you money, where you spend that shit?

On me.

Talking ’bout you love me while you buying me gifts.

She thinking she investing in a future with you,

Whole time every dollar coming back through.

She paying for the lifestyle, I’m getting the benefits,

You telling her she’s special while you sliding through my crib.

You say, “Baby, I still love you,” looking dead in my eyes,

Then go right back to her with another damn lie.

You call me when you lonely, when you drinking, when you miss me,

Tell me she ain't got nothing that could ever replace me.

But you keep her around ’cause she keep paying your way,

Boy, that's not love—that's a bill you get paid.

And don't get me started,

Don't push me too far.

You know I got receipts

Of exactly who you are.

You better watch your mouth,

Better watch what you say,

’Cause I got every “I love you”

That you sent my way.

Don't get me started talking,

I swear I’ll tell it all.

Every late-night message,

Every time you came to my door.

All them recordings saved,

All them promises you made,

You better keep my name clean

Before I put the truth on display.

Don't get me started talking,

You don't want that smoke.

You can tell her whatever story,

But I got proof in my phone.

You told her you was faithful, told me that you wasn't hers,

Funny how you tell two women two completely different words.

She sending you the money, you sending me the “I miss you,”

Buying me what she thought was meant for you.

You say, “Don't tell her nothing,” I say, “Then don't play with me,”

'Cause you know damn well I could change that whole story.

You got recordings, screenshots, messages, dates,

A whole damn archive of your mistakes.

I ain't gotta chase her, I ain't gotta fight her,

I'm just sitting on the truth, and the truth hit harder.

She can keep the gifts, she can keep your last name,

But don't let that shopping money make you think you changed.

You better tell her why you disappear at night.

Tell her why my name still lighting up your screen.

Tell her why you say you love me

When you swear she's your queen.

And if she ever asks me?

I'ma tell her exactly what happened.

No edits.

No lies.

Just receipts.

Don't get me started talking,

You know I keep receipts.

Every “baby, I still love you,”

Every time you came to me.

Every dollar that she sent you,

Every dollar spent on me,

You better stop playing with me

Before I tell her everything.

Don't get me started talking,

You don't want that day.

’Cause the truth don't need a filter

And the proof don't fade away.

So keep telling her I'm crazy.

Keep telling her I'm bitter.

Just remember…

I got the messages.

I got the recordings.

I got the receipts.

And you know damn well

I ain't said nothing yet.