Can’t Complain

(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 (O oh)
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)
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 whеre I'm at by slowing down
It's time to rush (Skrr)
Every timе 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) issey 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 wear Prada (No)
I rock black and white on the Balenciaga
(Balenci) yeah, Off White the shirt
Yeah Bape on the shoes (Mason)
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
(Really) 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 shit's bugging like nats (yeah)
Bitch I'ma ball like the Nets
(yeah) , it don't really make sense (Hm-m)
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 (O oh)
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)
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)