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2 Chainz, Drake, Big Sean - All Me

All Me
2 Chainz, Drake, Big Sean
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[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,
Fuck that, never mind what I got, nigga, 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 1: 2 Chainz]
Money on my mind, you should think the same, J's on, pinky ring,
Doggin' these hoes, I need quarantine.
In the same league, but we don't ball the same,
Ah, she want all the fame, I hear that shit 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 nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!”
You need that work, I got that work, got bitches 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 dick so hard it make the metal detector go off.
This that sauce, this that dressin', Givenchy, nigga, God bless you,
If havin' a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested, true!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Drake]
I touched down in ‘86, knew I was the man by the age of six,
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit,
But that was years later on some crazy shit.
I heard your new shit, nigga, hated it,
Damon Wayans, homie, don't play that shit.
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit, and my latest shit is like a greatest hits,
God damn, ain't no wishin' over on this side.
Y'all don't fuck with us, then we don't fuck with y'all,
It's no different over on this side.
God damn, should I listen to everybody or myself?
‘Cause myself just told myself,
“You're the motherfuckin' man, you don't need no help.”
Cashin' checks and I'm biggin' up my chest,
Y'all keep talkin' ‘bout who next,
But I'm about as big as it gets, I swear y'all just wastin' 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 shit,
And I'm on the road box office sales, I'm gettin' paid for all of this shit.
Ask you to please excuse my table manners,
I was makin' room for the table dancers,
‘Cause if we judgin' off your advances, then I just got paid like eight advances,
God damn!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Ho, shut the fuck 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 wakin' up like the rent's due.
Not complicated, it's simple, I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full,
And to them hoes I'm everything – everything but gentle,
But I still take my time, man, I guess I'm just old fashioned,
Wearin' retro shit, that's old fashion.
Nigga, see what I'm sayin', 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” ‘n shit, probably makin' more money than me ‘n shit.
I swear to God, I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one,
I got 99 problems, gettin' 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 bullet-proof 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, niggas still hatin' but it ain't workin',
Lil' bitch!

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