Letras
Said I'm
Cute in the face and small in the waist
And I'm a
Run wit you whores
But I win the race
And it's just a matter of time
'Fore I'm running things
I mean commander in charge
Executive plays
And I
Get money 'tomar
Get money today
You just
Wasting my time
Bitch get out my way
Ain't no way I'm a lose
I win everything
Plus I know all the codes
Invented the game
Meaning I'm the producer
Complex the King
Martin Luther
Not one to tame
This bitch ruthless
And bet I always get to it
Complex so dumb
That bitch 'stupid
On every track
I shit, doo doo it
Watch my reign
Ru-ru-ruling it
Bitch, I been d-d-doing this
Eight years in I'm just getting rich
Can't go broke doubling every shift
Pushing hard like a pregnant bitch
Plex so proper and elegant
But sometimes it's bitch-etiquette
Stick wit me got the winner's kit
Yes there is some weed stashed in it
Come on please know you faking it
No encore hit the bleachers kid
Anyway
Fuck what haters say
Do your fucking thing
They 'hatin either way
You might as well get paid
For all the shit you say
That's what I told myself
And now making bank
Ain't no one in my way
And if you step too close
Make sure you'll never step again
And if you need a course
Bitch, I could teach you 'bout the game
I'm hungry as a horse
Shorty our plates don't look the same
They keep on slinging shots
But man, these bitches got no aim
Complex still taking over shit