Complaining - Kevin Gates, Rico Love

Sweetheart, let me make you understand something

These bitch always gonna have a problem with you

For one you bad as a motherfucker

For two, your nigga have money

Keke and Te-te got Dreka and Ri-ri

My theme song on repeat, Mesha she a rider

Throwing dick inside her

No Baby Phat no BeBe

Isabel Marant, Emilio Pucci, Christian Louboutin

Sara operated careless

Mouth on me she do it wrong

Tonya get on top of me, probably while blowing strong

Excuse me, meant to say A+

Fuck up her hair and makeup

In her deep, she go to sleep

And when I leave she don’t wake up

When I walk in with that bag

She know it’s gon' be raining

Spending all that paper, it’s a damn shame ain’t it?

My little mama bad

Outfit look like it’s painted

When I threw that money up them hoes fainted

(Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

I buy her what she want and the world can’t understand it

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

My ho ain’t complaining)

Cocaine Aston Martin, I just bought that (I been scared to drive it)

My P.O.

find out he probably ask me «how the fuck you buy it?»

Pull into the club with a bag full of bands (Scurr) and a Maserati

Pants sagging, got it raining, her body painted

All the bitches turn they nose up, no my ho she’s not complaining

Spend a night with me vacation taken never make it famous

Head back to my trap, pull up in that Mercedes

Say she feel it in her stomach, grip her waist, she making faces

When I walk in with that bag

She know it’s gon' be raining

Spending all that paper, it’s a damn shame ain’t it?

My little mama bad

Outfit look like it’s painted

When I threw that money up them hoes fainted

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

I buy her what she want and the world can’t understand it

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

My ho ain’t complaining

Ice melting, champagne bottles

White sand around me, pay to watch her

Bad bitches in two-pieces your dame out here, wanna mainline her

I stay grinding, I can’t stop it need eight commas my strap on me

No seat-belt, make it spray, M-I-A, yeah he felt it

Big nuts with a lot of heart and a foreign car with a foreign broad

No rest and relaxation all my keys probably say «R&R»

Back to jail with this pistol then that might make me a falling star

When I walk in with that bag

She know it’s gon' be raining

Spending all that paper, it’s a damn shame ain’t it?

My little mama bad

Outfit look like it’s painted

When I threw that money up them hoes fainted

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

I buy her what she want and the world can’t understand it

Them bitches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining

My ho ain’t complaining