Cash in the safe I can't complain
I gotta get paid before I hit the stage
Count them racks on the dresser
I ain't here to impress ya Get it off your chest
Cause at the crib you undressing
I did that by myself I'll take care of the rest
Run up a bag I'm f*cking up icebox baby
Said my heart cold but I'm still hitting your hotspots baby
Your new nigga ain't built like this baby
Your new nigga ain't built like this baby
Let me take you there New locations
Take me higher
Close to where you supposed to be
Told her run up a bag my bitch
Yeah you know I'm bout that shit
Put that dope in the air
Ride around with the packs that's it
Cash in the safe I can't complain
I gotta get paid before I hit the stage
Count them racks on the dresser
I ain't here to impress ya Get it off your chest
Cause at the crib you undressing
I did that by myself I'll take care of the rest
Rell Moore - Can't Complain (Radio Edit) Lyrics
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Cash in the safe I can't complain
I gotta get paid before I hit the stage
Count them racks on the dresser
I ain't here to impress ya Get it off your chest
Cause at the crib you undressing
I did that by myself I'll take care of the rest
Run up a bag I'm f*cking up icebox baby
Said my heart cold but I'm still hitting your hotspots baby
Your new nigga ain't built like this baby
Your new nigga ain't built like this baby
Let me take you there New locations
Take me higher
Close to where you supposed to be
Told her run up a bag my bitch
Yeah you know I'm bout that shit
Put that dope in the air
Ride around with the packs that's it
Cash in the safe I can't complain
I gotta get paid before I hit the stage
Count them racks on the dresser
I ain't here to impress ya Get it off your chest
Cause at the crib you undressing
I did that by myself I'll take care of the rest
I gotta get paid before I hit the stage
Count them racks on the dresser
I ain't here to impress ya Get it off your chest
Cause at the crib you undressing
I did that by myself I'll take care of the rest
Run up a bag I'm f*cking up icebox baby
Said my heart cold but I'm still hitting your hotspots baby
Your new nigga ain't built like this baby
Your new nigga ain't built like this baby
Let me take you there New locations
Take me higher
Close to where you supposed to be
Told her run up a bag my bitch
Yeah you know I'm bout that shit
Put that dope in the air
Ride around with the packs that's it
Cash in the safe I can't complain
I gotta get paid before I hit the stage
Count them racks on the dresser
I ain't here to impress ya Get it off your chest
Cause at the crib you undressing
I did that by myself I'll take care of the rest
Writer: Tyrell Bland-Moore
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