Complaining chords and lyrics - KEVIN GATES

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Swee[Bm]theart,
[Em]let me make you understand somet[Bm]hing[Em]
These bitch always gonna have
a problem with you
For one you bad as a motherfucker
For two, your nigga having money

[Verse 2]
Keke and Te- te got [Em]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 wrong
Tonya get on top of me,
probably while blowing strong
Excuse me, I 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

[Verse 3]
When I [Em]walk in with that bag
[C]She know it's gon' be raining
[F]Spending all that paper,
[Em]it's a damn shame ain't it?
My little mama bad
[C]Outfit look like it's painted
When I [F]threw that money up
them [Em]hoes fainted
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining
I buy her what she want and the
world can't understand it
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining

[Interlude 1]
My ho ain't complaining
[Em]

[Verse 4]
[Em]Cocaine Aston Martin,
I just bought that (I been scared to drive it)
My [Bm]P.O. find out he probably ask me
"how the fuck you [Em]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
[D]Spend a night with [Em]me vacation, taken,
not gonna make you famous
Head back to my trap,
pull up in that Mercedes
Say she feel it in her stomach,
grip her waist, she making faces

[Verse 5]
When I [Em]walk in with that bag
[C]She know it's gon' be raining
[F]Spending all that paper,
[Em]it's a damn shame ain't it?
My little mama bad
[C]Outfit look like it's painted
When I [F]threw that money up
them [Em]hoes fainted
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining
I buy her what she want and the
world can't understand it
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining

[Interlude 2]
My ho ain't complaining
[Em]

[Verse 6]
[Em]Ice melting, champagne bottles
White [D]sand 'round, Baywatch her
[C]Bad bitches in two- pieces your [Bm]dame out here,
wanna [F]mainline her
I stay grinding, I [G]can't stop it, need [Bm]eight com[B]mas,
my strap on me
No [Em]seat- [Bm]belt, [Em]make it spray,
M- I- A, yeah heat felt
Big nuts with a lot of heart and a
foreign car with a foreign broad
No [D]rest and [Em]relaxation all my keys
probably say "R&R"
Back to jail with this pistol [D]then that
might make [Em]me a falling star

[Verse 7]
When I [Em]walk in with that bag
[C]She know it's gon' be raining
[F]Spending all that paper,
[Em]it's a damn shame ain't it?
My little mama bad
[C]Outfit look like it's painted
When I [F]threw that money up
them [Em]hoes fainted
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining
I buy her what she want and the
world can't understand it
Them bitches [Am]mad,
but my ho [Em]ain't complaining

[Outro 1]
My ho ain't complaining
[Em]