All Me

作词 : Harrow, Jason / Henderson, Alphonso / Weir, Dwane II

作曲 : Harrow, Jason / Henderson, Alphonso / Weir, Dwane II

[Chorus: Drake]

Got everything, I got everything

I cannot complain, I cannot

I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot

F^ck that, never mind what I got

N!gga don't watch that 'cause I—

Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me (yeah)

No help, that's all me, all me for real

Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me (2 Chainz)

No help, that's all me, all me for real

[Verse 1: 2Chainz]

Money on my mind, you should think the same

J's on, pinky ring, dogging these ho*s, I need quarantine

In the same league, but we don't ball the same

(Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that sh!t all the time

She said she love me, I said, "Baby girl, fall in line"

Okay, made a million off a dinner fork, watch me switch it up

Walked in, "Ill n!gga alert! Ill n!gga alert!"

You need that work, I got that work, got b!tches in my condo

Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note

From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off

And my d!ck so hard it make the metal detector go off

This that sauce, this that dressing

Givenchy,n!gga , God bless you

If having a bad b!tch was a crime, I'd be arrested(Tru)

[Chorus: Drake]

Got everything, I got everything

I cannot complain, I cannot

I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot

F^ck that, never mind what I got

N!gga don't watch that 'cause I—

Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me

No help, that's all me, all me for real

Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me

No help, that's all me, all me for real

[Verse 2: Drake]

I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age of 6

I even ****ed the girl that used to babysit

But that was years later on some crazy sh!t

I heard your new shit, n!gga hated it

Damon Wayans, homie don't play that sh!t

I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit

And my latest sh!t is like a greatest hits

God dam^, ain't no wishing over on this side

Y'all don't f^ck with us, then we don't f^ck with y'all

It's no different over on this side

God dam^, should I listen to everybody or myself?

'Cause myself just told myself:

"You're the motherf^cking man, you don't need no help"

Cashing checks and I’m bigging up my chest

Y'all keep talking ‘bout who next, but I’m about as big as it gets

I swear y'all just wasting y'all breath

I’m the light skinned Keith Sweat, I'ma make it last forever

It’s not your turn 'cause I ain't done yet

Look, just understand that I'm on a roll like Cottonelle

I was made for all of this sh!t

And I’m on the road box office sales

I’m getting paid for all of this sh!t

Ask you to please excuse my table manners

I was making room for the table dancers

'Cause if we judging off your advances

Then I just got paid like eight advances, God dam^!

[Chorus: Drake]

Got everything, I got everything

I cannot complain, I cannot

I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot

F^ck that, never mind what I got

N!gga don't watch that 'cause I—

Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me

No help, that's all me, all me for real

Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me—

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

Ho, shut the f^ck up!

I got way too much on my mental

I learn from what I've been through

I'm finna do what I didn't do

And still waking up like the rent's due

Not complicated, it's simple

I got sex y ladies, a whole Benz-full

And to them ho*s I'm everything—everything but gentle

But I still take my time, man, I guess I'm just old fashioned

Wearing retro sh!t, that's old fashion

N!gga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption

I paint pics, see the shit, good sex , need to hit

Keep a broad on the floor year 'round like season tickets

I plead the fifth, drink a fifth, load the nine

Leave you split, in the half, smoke a half, need a zip

My new girl is on Glee and sh!t

Probably making more money than me and sh!t

I swear to God I got 99 problems but a b!tch ain't one

I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one

Like I got trust issues

I'm sorry for the people I've pushed out

I'm the type to have a bulletproof condom

And still gotta pull out

But that's just me and I ain't perfect

I ain't a saint but I am worth it

If it's one thing, I am worth it

N!ggas still hating but it ain't working

Lil' b!tch...