I Can't Complain
Yeah, Omerta Mo Murda shit yeah
Mojo on macho, mojo
My mojo on macho
Whole squad full of honchos
Bring that money in pronto
I can do it with my eyes closed
M.O.B. is the moto
Go hard for tomorrow
Get green like the lotto
I can get it with my eyes closed
Shit I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain shit I just can't
See God did his thing
God did his thing
God did his thing shit give him thanks
Shit I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain shit I just can't
See God did his thing
God did his thing
God did his thing shit give him thanks
I can't complain, God did his thing
Look at my teeth and my chain, this shit is insane
All of my struggle and pain
Don't outweigh the shit that I've gained, i stayed in my lane
And I stayed true to the game
And ain't shit change but the change I just changed some things
And I rearranged my brain
Broke my chains they go see how far I came
Permanent cuts on my teeth
I'm hot and I'm poppin like grease, under that heat
What's under my seat is that heat
Silencer on it little nigga so don't make a peep
My drip too much like a leak
Ya bitch wanna suck like a leach but this dick ain't free
Shorty gotta pay me the fee
She get money from you just to give it to me, capiche
Yeesh, she like how I speak
I dick the bitch down now all she know is Reece
A bitch ain't shit if she don't cook nor clean, niggas turn their back on me ain't shit sweet
I got three kids so I grind times 3
Money on my mind like thoughts, let me think
Brown on Ice in my cup not pink, no sleep
I go too hard for that cash I gotta eat
Don't let money make you, my nigga you make money
And stay away from them clowns all jokes aside clap em if they acting funny
Holy matrimony I'm married to the money
Can't take it from me I'm a money junkie
Hoe I'm money hungry, hoe i love the money
It got my neck froze and my teeth sunny
My mojo on macho
Whole squad full of honchos
Bring that money in pronto
I can do it with my eyes closed
M.O.B. is the moto
Go hard for tomorrow
Get green like the lotto
I can get it with my eyes closed
Shit I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain shit I just can't
See God did his thing
God did his thing
God did his thing shit give him thanks
Shit I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain shit I just can't
See God did his thing
God did his thing
God did his thing shit give him thanks
Mojo on macho, mojo
My mojo on macho
Whole squad full of honchos
Bring that money in pronto
I can do it with my eyes closed
M.O.B. is the moto
Go hard for tomorrow
Get green like the lotto
I can get it with my eyes closed
Shit I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain shit I just can't
See God did his thing
God did his thing
God did his thing shit give him thanks
Shit I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain shit I just can't
See God did his thing
God did his thing
God did his thing shit give him thanks
I can't complain, God did his thing
Look at my teeth and my chain, this shit is insane
All of my struggle and pain
Don't outweigh the shit that I've gained, i stayed in my lane
And I stayed true to the game
And ain't shit change but the change I just changed some things
And I rearranged my brain
Broke my chains they go see how far I came
Permanent cuts on my teeth
I'm hot and I'm poppin like grease, under that heat
What's under my seat is that heat
Silencer on it little nigga so don't make a peep
My drip too much like a leak
Ya bitch wanna suck like a leach but this dick ain't free
Shorty gotta pay me the fee
She get money from you just to give it to me, capiche
Yeesh, she like how I speak
I dick the bitch down now all she know is Reece
A bitch ain't shit if she don't cook nor clean, niggas turn their back on me ain't shit sweet
I got three kids so I grind times 3
Money on my mind like thoughts, let me think
Brown on Ice in my cup not pink, no sleep
I go too hard for that cash I gotta eat
Don't let money make you, my nigga you make money
And stay away from them clowns all jokes aside clap em if they acting funny
Holy matrimony I'm married to the money
Can't take it from me I'm a money junkie
Hoe I'm money hungry, hoe i love the money
It got my neck froze and my teeth sunny
My mojo on macho
Whole squad full of honchos
Bring that money in pronto
I can do it with my eyes closed
M.O.B. is the moto
Go hard for tomorrow
Get green like the lotto
I can get it with my eyes closed
Shit I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain shit I just can't
See God did his thing
God did his thing
God did his thing shit give him thanks
Shit I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain shit I just can't
See God did his thing
God did his thing
God did his thing shit give him thanks
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Writer(s): Maurice Coleman
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