DSAP Beatz - Complaining lyrics
[Spoken Intro] [Intro: Rico Love] Sweetheart, let me make you understand something These b**h always gonna have a problem with you For one you bad as a motherf**er For two, your n***a have money [Verse 1: Kevin Gates] 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+ f** up her hair and makeup In her deep, she go to sleep And when I leave she don't wake up [Hook: Rico Love & (Kevin Gates)] 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 b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining Them b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining Them b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining I buy her what she want and the world can't understand it Them b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining My ho ain't complaining) [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Cocaine Aston Martin, I just bought that (I been scared to drive it) My P.O. find out he probably ask me "how the f** 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 b**hes 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 [Hook: Rico Love & Kevin Gates] 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 b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining Them b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining Them b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining I buy her what she want and the world can't understand it Them b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining My ho ain't complaining [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Ice melting, champagne bottles White sand around me, pay to watch her Bad b**hes 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 [Hook: Rico Love & Kevin Gates] 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 b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining Them b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining Them b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining I buy her what she want and the world can't understand it Them b**hes mad, but my ho ain't complaining My ho ain't complaining