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Cant Complain
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(Ok, manish)
(Yo Luca, where you at?)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Wait, huh, yeah)
Yeah
Can't explain how I'm feeling, can't tell if it's good or bad (Woo)
Can't explain what she sayin', but it involves me being a dad (Ooh)
I can't complain, my pockets been what I had (Oh, ahh)
Ask 'em, "Where you from, where you been, nah, where you at?" (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, ah)
Ask myself the same question, just make sure that I ain't dead (Uh)
Hallucinating, got real visions, yeah, me in a jet (Phew)
I ain't get to where I'm at, by beating around the bush (Bush)
I get to where I'm at by slowing down, it's time to rush (Skrr)
Every time I fall in love, I act sober, that way she trust (Yeah)
Every time I tell her extra good, she blush and suck me up (Yeah)
I can't be more in my bag, yeah, I'm in my trunk (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, talk to my racks they gon' double up (Double up)
Yeezy it sit on my shoe, and I'm rockin' that Number (N)ine School on my shirt (Yeah)
Yeah, definitely gon' rock that Margiela for sure
Yeah, she told me she on me, she wanna do X for dinner, and dick for dessert (Yeah)
Yeah, I go alien like I ain't from this Earth (Yeah)
Every time that I do it, I gotta make hundred percent, yeah, I gotta make sure (Yeah)
I don't rock Rick, I rock Prada (No)
I rock black and white on the Balenciaga (Balenci')
Yeah, Off-White the shirt (Shirt), yeah, BAPE on the shoes (BAPE)
Yeah, I ran this shit up (Yeah), a whole lot bigger than you (Yeah)
Double C, Double C, Double C, Double C, Double C, bullshit, I'm all seein' through it (Yo)
All of your diamonds is fake, they damn near glass, I can see right through it (Yeah)
Your bae, pull up and eat me up, she suck it up, eat all my fluid (Foreally)
Fuck it, I'll be the first time in the Cayenne, I build it up, then go 'head and do it (Go, go, let's go)
Yeah, I'll beat the Lamb' in the Track'
Yeah, I'm tryna get so god damn rich, that I got unlimited racks ('Limited racks)
I'm trusting my team when I'm here (Yeah)
It's people I don't know or like in here, yeah
Money got tall like giraffe, yeah, and that bitch buggin' like gnats (Yeah)
Bitch I'ma ball like the Nets (Yeah), it don't really make sense (Hmm)
But it make me some cents (Huh), guess it is what it is (Hmm-mm)
Can't explain how I'm feeling, can't tell if it's good or bad (Woo)
Can't explain what she sayin', but it involves me being a dad (Ooh)
I can't complain, my pockets been what I had (Oh, ahh)
Ask 'em, "Where you from, where you been, nah, where you at?" (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, ah)
Ask myself the same question, just make sure that I ain't dead (Uh)
Hallucinating, got real visions, yeah, me in a jet (Phew)
I ain't get to where I'm at, by beating around the bush (Bush)
I get to where I'm at by slowing down, it's time to rush (Skrr)
Every time I fall in love, I act sober, that way she trust (Yeah)
Every time I tell her extra good, she blush and suck me up (Yeah)
I can't be more in my bag, yeah, I'm in my trunk (Yeah)
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