Can't Complain - Clyde Carson, Iamsu!

Another night of getting money how could I complain

Your girlfriend looking like she can’t be contained

She think I’m friendly, she think I’m handsome

It’s no wonder why you think that I’m the man

I look good, and you a bad one

It’s no wonder why you think that I’m the man

Another night of getting money how could I complain

You ain’t talking 'bout bout money how could I relate

Little weight on my shoulders getting heavy now

But that come with knowing I won’t let you down

I’mma deal with it, then go get some with it

I’mma chill nigga, but I got the kill spear, ticket

Last night but she still feel it

Ace of spades and she wanna take a pill with it

Wake up, drank up, tryna tell me, something

Only problem is she can’t tell me, nothing

Boss up when a nigga saw us, fuck 'em

Now I’m balling and I’m doing what I wanna

Another night of getting money how could I complain

Your girlfriend looking like she can’t be contained

She think I’m friendly, she think I’m handsome

It’s no wonder why you think that I’m the man

I look good, and you a bad one

It’s no wonder why you think that I’m the man

I like, when you do that baby

Come ride, in the new Mercedes

Run to the money to my legs get sore

Roll that skunk 'till my eyes get low

Taking shots to the dome, she hot like a stove

I walk up in the mall, buy everything up out the store

Bag full of stories, life get it go

Every single song I get on that shit go

Everybody put me on, straight dash, cop a milli for the hoes

Cause I still bust moves on the under

And I still pull bitches in a Honda

I’mma mack like my mom, they wonder

Counting hundred dollar bills when my funds up

Another night of getting money how could I complain

Your girlfriend looking like she can’t be contained

She think I’m friendly, she think I’m handsome

It’s no wonder why you think that I’m the man

I look good, and you a bad one

It’s no wonder why you think that I’m the man