Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
Fm
Cm
Sweetheart,
Fm
Cm
Fm
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 having money
Verse 2
Fm
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 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
Fm
When I walk in with that bag
Db
She know it's gon' be raining
Gb
Spending all that paper,
Fm
it's a damn shame ain't it?
My little mama bad
Db
Outfit look like it's painted
Gb
When I threw that money up
Fm
them hoes fainted
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
I buy her what she want and the
world can't understand it
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
Interlude 1
My ho ain't complaining
Fm
Verse 4
Fm
Cocaine Aston Martin,
I just bought that (I been scared to drive it)
Cm
My P.O. find out he probably ask me
Fm
"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
Eb
Fm
Spend a night with 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
Fm
When I walk in with that bag
Db
She know it's gon' be raining
Gb
Spending all that paper,
Fm
it's a damn shame ain't it?
My little mama bad
Db
Outfit look like it's painted
Gb
When I threw that money up
Fm
them hoes fainted
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
I buy her what she want and the
world can't understand it
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
Interlude 2
My ho ain't complaining
Fm
Verse 6
Fm
Ice melting, champagne bottles
Eb
White sand 'round, Baywatch her
Db
Cm
Bad bitches in two- pieces your dame out here,
Gb
wanna mainline her
Ab
Cm
C
I stay grinding, I can't stop it, need eight commas,
my strap on me
Fm
Cm
Fm
No seat- belt, make it spray,
M- I- A, yeah heat felt
Big nuts with a lot of heart and a
foreign car with a foreign broad
Eb
Fm
No rest and relaxation all my keys
probably say "R&R"
Eb
Back to jail with this pistol then that
Fm
might make me a falling star
Verse 7
Fm
When I walk in with that bag
Db
She know it's gon' be raining
Gb
Spending all that paper,
Fm
it's a damn shame ain't it?
My little mama bad
Db
Outfit look like it's painted
Gb
When I threw that money up
Fm
them hoes fainted
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
I buy her what she want and the
world can't understand it
Bbm
Them bitches mad,
Fm
but my ho ain't complaining
Outro 1
My ho ain't complaining
Fm
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