Can't Complain lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. ANoyd)

[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]

All I had was a dream and a mixtape

And some birthday money that I saved up

Told myself I could be great

And that mindset never changed up

I don't need it all, I could be straight

With an iTunes check as a pay stub

But then it popped off on release date

And since then we been on the way up

And we almost there and it feels so lovely

Not rich yet but I'm gunna be

Movin' on up from Double Tree

To the Ritz hooked up with couple suites

Till then I'm a still live comfortably

But money ain't shit when you love to be

On the clock, and this shit's fun to me

So yo Juice go and pump the beat (let's go)

Way back when I played that minor league

It seemed nobody would ever make time for me

It seemed nobody had plans of signing me

So I grinded and grinded, then finally

It's time to be, the very same guy you see

On websites they cite Web, the sight of the blind would see

There's no chance of denyin' me

I'll collect my own God damn finder's fee

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

I ain't ballin' but I got a little money

Ain't a super star but I'm on TV

Ain't a player but I got a couple honies

Whiskey bottle, bag of weed

I got everything I need

I can't complain

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)

Nah, nah I can't complain, nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah, nah, nah

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)

Nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah I can't complain

[Verse 2 - Anoyd:]

It's colder than a mother fucker out this bitch

And I don't even smoke weed rollin' up a spliff, I'm thinking if I should out this bitch

Who next on the swish like JR Smith

Rubbin elbows macaroni in a jar

Like an international call you phony from afar Saying nothing in a hole like Zeroni in the yard

This is 24/7 like Kobe and Lamar

Antique in a museum you better to dust, you said it? Adjust

Typical Connecticut stuff, Yeah

We all know you ain't ready to trust, so

I'm poor to the line like a measuring cup, Yeah

I'm a be here till whenever the fuck, pretty much in the mirror like gra-ta-ta-ta-ta

They love ANoyd like bada-pa-pa-pa

And I don't got no job, I can't complain tho

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

I ain't ballin' but I got a little money

Ain't a super star but I'm on TV

Ain't a player but I got a couple honies

Whiskey bottle, bag of weed

I got everything I need

I can't complain

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)

Nah, nah I can't complain, nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah, nah, nah

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)

Nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah I can't complain

[Verse 3 - Chris Webby:]

Back when nobody was givin' a damn

They were shootin' me down just like Missile Command

So I pictured a plan, when I needed a dollar I sat up at night and envisioned a grand

Now I'm gettin' a tan, with my kicks in the sand

And a spliff in the sand, and a chick with no pants

With a beautiful crib and a bottle of Jamie

What else can I say? I just cannot complain, see

I started with nothin' so somethin' is so

Fuckin' amazing I'm lovin' it yo

Wouldn't say that I'm rich but enough of the dough's in my pocket to live my life comfortable bro

All I need is a fair amount, for all the work that I've carried out

I moved out of my parent's house, now the top is my whereabouts

[Hook - Chris Webby:]

I ain't ballin' but I got a little money

Ain't a super star but I'm on TV

Ain't a player but I got a couple honies

Whiskey bottle, bag of weed

I got everything I need

I can't complain

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)

Nah, nah I can't complain, nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah, nah, nah

(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)

Nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah I can't complain