[Intro]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Free 5674

[Verse 1]
Took a picture with a fan during a scam transaction (Goddamn)
Bitch, we all froze like our last name Jackson (Everybody froze)
We all froze, but ain't no goddamn lackin' (Uh)
Feel like Patrick Beverley, all this goddamn hackin' (All this goddamn schemin')
Got a whole new roster, had to stop backtrackin' (Fuck 'em)
Pocket rocket like I'm 'bout to drop back passing (Baow, baow)
My snow bunny said, "Dude, your cock's fantastic" (Goddamn)
Let the heavy metal blast like a rock band practice (Brr)
See you bought a new body, you should've bought a new vagina (Hahaha)
I done take the sloppy, you can keep your cootermama (I'm good)
All these wannabes, it's so many new imposters
But it's only one I, like that bitch on Futurama (Only one me)
My hoodrat accept a play for a new Impala (Fast)
I ain't gotta breathe through a tube, scuba diver (Damn)
I just back-doored a n***a like an Uber rider
Said she love me, told her put me on her will, student driver (Haha)

[Chorus]
I cannot complain, went from rags to riches (I can't even complain)
Bitches know I'm strict, ain't no chance to give her (Bitches already know)
Empty out the clip, make him crash the Sprinter (Baow, baow)
They say money can't buy happiness, I beg to differ (Bitch, I beg to differ)
Since I got a check, ain't been mad or bitter (Ain't been mad or bitter)
Can't get me upset since the bag got bigger (I can't even complain)
Bitch, we got more arms than a caterpillar (Thirty straps)
Thirty got one in the head, call it Reggie Miller (Baow, brr)
[Verse 2]
Even the 'burbs, ride around with big straps
You would think he motor-boatin', on his head is big racks (Big racks)
Salsa eat with me, n***a, don't get bitch-smacked (Ayy, salsa)
Like a bitch with a BBL, we won't get back (Ayy)
Forgot her name, but her forehead on my six pack (Ooh)
Call him Santa Claus when he rap, got big cap (Big cap)
I can't pass the 'Wood, might not get this bitch back
Bitch, stop corner-eyein' while I'm smokin' 'fore I get mad (Fuck?)
I'm feelin' generous today, I'm givin' dick for free (Hmm)
Wood in her mouth like she pickin' in her teeth (Bitch)
Big backends, got me feelin' like a bee (Ayy, big backends)
I just made a hundred thousand, I was chillin' on a beach
You can have this bitch back, I'm just givin' her somethin' to eat, huh (Bop)
Mouth full of dick, ain't tryna listen to you speak (Haha)
Yeah, still gettin' to it while I'm sleep
In the club, dancin' with the ratchet, Beauty and the Beast, ayy

[Chorus]
I cannot complain, went from rags to riches (I can't even complain)
Bitches know I'm strict, ain't no chance to give her (Bitches already know)
Empty out the clip, make him crash the Sprinter (Baow, baow)
They say money can't buy happiness, I beg to differ (Bitch, I beg to differ)
Since I got a check, ain't been mad or bitter (Ain't been mad or bitter)
Can't get me upset since the bag got bigger (I can't even complain)
Bitch, we got more arms than a caterpillar (Thirty straps)
Thirty got one in the head, call it Reggie Miller (Baow, brr)