Hot Topic (Can’t Complain) lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We flyin' private when I bring the killers
I know that I'm supposed to be out of the town
New C8 vet' take me straight to a jet
We ain't packin' no bags, tear the Dior store down
Ask all the strippers, I'm throwin' unlimited ones
Security ain't pattin' me down
I had some motion before I start rappin'
I picked up a mic and I put down a pound
I used to get overlooked, now they payin' to see me
I'm startin' at 400 thou'
Yeah, I'm Lil baby, but I'm grown as f*ck
So nobody gon' play me like I'm a lil' child
I had to get out the scene 'cause these b*tches be wild
I ain't respectin' no b*tch, that don't do for her child
Told all the hitters, don't shoot in no crowd
She keep on sniffin', I gave her some powder
20 more mil', I'ma drop me a album
I watch him leave, I'ma do it without him
No trouble, no worries, Hakuna Matata
Met her in Cabo and flew her to Jolly
I think she fell in love with how I talk
I know I fell in love 'cause she a boss
I know I'm never ever fallin' off
'Cause I put a couple million in the vault
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Heard you doin' your thing
Got your gang on your chain
She look good with my last name
Got her pushin' the range
I can get a massage
When I'm switchin' these lanes
I might have a ménage
I ain't droppin' no names
So you ain't come to play?
Let 'em know you get paid
I took off in a fast lane
I ain't pressin' no brakes
Need a bigger garage
I got too many cars
We did turnt into stars, now
I can't f*ckin' complain (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Jump out the jail to a rental
From the streets, so I keep me a pistol
I'm on papers, I sit by the window
I be bondin' with robbers and b*tches
My brother had told me to slow down
They know I be bondin' out killers
I put a skeleton AP buss
It look like I'm starvin' the trenches
We go to Miami, I take her to Sono Bello
I get her some massive tits
Shoot up your block and somebody die
I hope nobody gon' ask who did it
Lil baby had called me on a Apple
Feds can't trace with a half a ticket
Draco kick back, make his sh*ts splat
Now I see the inside of n*gga
Pure codeine, my b*tch hate when I drink lean
But I can't quit
Every time, I stop takin all them perks I can't sh*t
I f*ckin' her and left, ain't callin' no Uber
So she know I ain't sh*t
Labels off a ten, I need a dub
Stop actin' like gang lit
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Heard you doin' your thing
Got your gang on your chain
She look good with my last name
Got her pushin' the range
I can get a massage
When I'm switchin' these lanes
I might have a ménage
I ain't droppin' no names
So you ain't come to play?
Let 'em know you get paid
I took off in a fast lane
I ain't pressin' no brakes
Need a bigger garage
I got too many cars
We did turnt into stars, now
I can't f*ckin' complain (Yeah)

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Heard you doin' your thing
Got your gang on your chain
She look good with my last name
Got her pushin' the range
I can get a massage
When I'm switchin' these lanes
I might have a ménage
I ain't droppin' no names
So you ain't come to play?
Let 'em know you get paid
I took off in a fast lane
I ain't pressin' no brakes
Need a bigger garage
I got too many cars
We did turnt into stars, now
I can't f*ckin' complain (Yeah)