Arnold Mischku - Can't Complain lyrics

[Click Here To Read Chris Webby's Explanation of "Can't Complain"] [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'mma still live comfortably But money ain't sh** when you love to be On the clock, and this sh**'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 f**er out this b**h And I don't even smoke weed rollin' up a spliff, I'm thinking if I should out this b**h 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 f**, 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 f**in' 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