All Me ft. 2 Chainz & Big Sean de Drake

feat. 2 Chainz and Big Sean

I'm really stepping up my game
These b-tches gotta start paying me for this
Can't get no more free Randy

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, nevermind 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 forreal

Came up, that's all me

Stay true, that's all me

No help, that's all me

All me forreal

Money on my mind, you should think the same

J's on, pinky ring

Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine

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

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," ok

Made a million, off of denim

F-ck, watch me switch it up

Walked in, "Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga 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 dick so hard it make the metal detector go off

This that sauce, this that dressing

Givenchy, nigga God bless you

If having a bad b-tch was a crime

I'd be arrested (True)

I touched down at '86

Knew I was a man by the age of 6

I even f-cked girls that used to babysit

But thats was years later on some crazy sh-t

I heard your new sh-t, nigga hated it

Damon Wayans told me dont 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 damn

Ain't no wishing over on this side

Y'all don't f-ck wit' us and we don't f-ck wit' 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 the motherf-ckin' man, you don't need no help"

Cashin' checks and I'm bigging up my chest,

Ya'll keep talking ‘bout who next,

But I'm about how big as it gets,

I swear ya'll just wastin' ya'll breath,

I'm the light skinned Keith Sweat,

I'mma 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,

I just got paid like eight advances, God damn!

HOE, 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 rest do

Not complicated, it's simple

I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full

And to them hoes I'm everythang

Everything but gentle

But I still take my time

Man I guess I'm just old fashioned

Wearing retro sh-t, that's old fashioned

Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption

I paint pics, see the sh-t

Good sex, need to hit

Keep a bra 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, needles it

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 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 hating but it ain't workin'

Lil' b-tch

All Me. All Me. Oh my. I think I done f-cked too many women from the 305 Before the end of this year, I'll do King of Diamonds, three more times,

Smoking all that kush all in our section like its legalized

Girl, you can't always have your way, sometimes it be like that

They dont really f-ck with you like that, they ain't never did me like that

I just took my time, you got your shine, I let you eat like that

I been taught never to loan somebody what you need right back

And I need that sh-t right back (no more free Randy)

I'm less than a motherf-cker,

Niggas been stressed than a motherf-cker

Niggas gettin' nervous, touching they chests like a motherf-cker,

Damn that's a motherf-cker

Tell the truth, I don't listen to ya,

‘Cause I don't like being lied to

And that ship won't sail,

And that wind won't guide you

Daddy was in jail we was talkin' through the window,

Like a motherf-cking drive-thru

That was back then man,

Now my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do