Complaining Lyrics - Kevin Gates

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 Dre-dre 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 Louis Vuitton 

Sara operated careless 

Mouth on me she do it raw 

Tonya get on top of me, probably while blowing strong 

Excuse me, I meant to say A+ 

Fuck up her hair and makeup 

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And her feet 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 likes 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 in New York 

an understanding 

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) 

I be over an Audi 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 

Ice melting, champagne bottles, white sand around me, pay to watch her 

Bad bitches in two-pieces your dame out here wanna mingle 

I stay grinding, I can't stop it need eight collars 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 cord 

No rest and relaxation all my key partners say all in order 

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