No Complaints Chords by Metro Boomin

[Start]

[Intro]
Dm Bb Dm                  
■  ■  Know what I'm sayin'
Dm                          
Fuck what y'all niggas doin'
Dm                                    
What you got goin' on what's happenin'
                   Dm    
Yeah know what I'm sayin'
A7                                    
■  Real niggas in this mothafucka mane
A7                               
Hell yeah y'all niggas lame nigga
      A7                             
Y'all niggas man know what I'm sayin'
Dm D7 Dm Am
■  ■  ■  ■ 
E7                         Dm  D7                 Bb
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you ■ 


[Verse]
Asus4 Dm E7                     
■     ■  Hey Ain't no complaints
             Dm  
Racks in the bank
              Bb   
Fuck what you think
            Dm  
We got some rank
               E7   
Leave your ass stank
            Dm  
Robbin' the bank
             Bb    
Pull out the banger
          Dm      
You was a stranger
         E7              Dm 
We don't relate racks in the
             Bb  
Racks in the safe
            Dm   
Steak on my plate
            E7  
My sons are dons
         Dm    
My bitch Amazon
           Dm  
My plug is hund
                Dm  
She fuckin' for some
                         E7 
I wanna be like Muhammad Ali
                                    Dm   
Hang on the ropes and I beat you to sleep
                                       Bb   
Taught to get money 'cause talk is too cheap
                                 Dm   
Quarter million when you open my brief
                                   Dm   
Celebrity status so keep this shit brief
                                Dm   
Draco by me 'cause I keep it in reach
                                              Bb   
Know niggas didn't do that shit like that boy Meech
                                               D7    
That's word on the street let me preach let me preach
                                      Dm   
Listen lil' nigga sometimes you don't speak
E7                                       Dm    
Pull out that stick and I'm sweepin' the street
                               Bb  
I make a quarter million every week
                                      Asus4
She sucked out my soul it's makin' me weak 
Dm                                  A7  
I've been on Percocets for the last week
                          D7    
Sippin' on lean I'm sleep geeked
Dm                        
Move out the way beep beep
                              D7  
Quit ridin' the waves the sea deep


[Chorus]
         A7         G7
Ain't no complaints ■ 
             D7   Dm
Racks in the bank ■ 
              Dm   
Fuck what you think
            D7     
We got some ■  rank
Dm                     
■  Leave your ass stank
            D7   Dm
Robbin' the bank ■ 
             Dm    
Pull out the banger
          Dm      
You was a stranger
         A7              Dm    
We don't relate racks in ■  the
             Bb  
Racks in the safe
            Dm   
Steak on my plate
            Dm  
My sons are dons
   Dm          
My bitch Amazon
           Bb  
My plug is hund
                Dm  
She fuckin' for some
                                 Dm               
At seventeen I wanted everything that was in store
A7 Bb                                                 D7  
At twentythree I bought it all just to make sure yeah yeah
       A7   
Fuck a delay
           D7 
They gotta pay
                      D7 
Like it's back in the day


[Verse]
D7          
Racks in the
             Dm   E7
Racks in the safe ■ 
           D7  
Look at my face
Dm                Bb    
Up there with the greats
             Dm  
Steps that I take
          E7     
You can't retrace
               Dm  
Young Metro on bass
            Bb   
Me I'm just based
                Dm      
Can't afford no mistakes
                   E7  
Everything just in case
                  Dm  
Billboard where I play
                  Bb      
They welcome me I overstay
                     D7  
I'm a huncho I'm the boss
       E7        
My set takin' off
                D7     
Polo used to be Lacoste
Dm                   Bb       
Water used to be the tap nigga
        Bb  
Not the Voss
            D7     
Damn things changed


[Chorus]
Dm             
■  I'm so awake
E7              D7  
■  You take the bait
        D7      
You get replaced
           Dm        
You do the math nigga
               Dm   
On eightyeight dates
                 A7   
The takehome was crazy
Bb                           
■  I take home your baby yeah


[Verse]
D7          E7        
■  Ain't no complaints
             Dm   D7
Racks in the bank ■ 
              Bb   
Fuck what you think
            D7  
We got some rank
               Dm    E7
Leave your ass stank ■ 
            Dm  
Robbin' the bank
             Bb    
Pull out the banger
          Dm      
You was a stranger


[Chorus]
         E7                 
We don't relate racks in the
             Bb     
Racks in the ■  safe
            Dm   
Steak on my plate
            E7  
My sons are dons
         Dm    
My bitch Amazon
           Bb  
My plug is hund
                Dm  
She fuckin' for some
Asus4 Dm Bb Dm A7
■     ■  ■  ■  ■ 
   Bb                                            Dm       
At twentythree I bought it all just to make sure yeah yeah


[Outro]
Bb Gm Dm Am Bb
■  ■  ■  ■  ■ 
                                  Gm7 C Dsus4
Metro Boomin want some more nigga ■   ■ ■