Kevin Gates, Rico Love - Complaining lyrics

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 PO 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-IA
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