Complaining (feat. Rico Love)

Sweetheart, let me make you understand somethin'

These bitches always gonna have a problem with you

For one, you bad as a motherfucker

For two, your **** have the money

Keke and Te-te got Dri-dri 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 make up

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 up to the club with a bag full of bands, skrrt

In a Maserati

Pants saggin' got it rainin', 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 in the Mercedes

Say she feel 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 meltin', champagne bottles

White sand around me, pay to watch her

Bad bitches in two pieces

Your dame out here, won't mainline her

I stay grinding, I can't stop it

Need eight commas, my strap on me, no seat belt

Make it spray, MIA, 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