All Me lyrics

[Produced by KeY Wane]

[Intro: Aziz Ansari]
I'm really stepping up my game
These b*tches gotta start paying me for this
Can't get no more free, Randy

[Chorus 1: Drake & 2 Chainz]
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 (For real)
Came up, that's all me (Haha)
Stay true, that's all me (2 Chainz)
No help (2 Chainz), that's all me
All me for real

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Money on my mind? You should think the same
J's on (Yeah)
Pinky ring
Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine
In the same league, but we don't ball the same
(Oh) She want all the fame (Want all the fame)
I hear that sh*t all the time (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" (Damn)
You need that work? I got that work, got b*tches in my condo ('Do)
Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note (Tell 'em)
From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off
And my di*k 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 (True, be arrested)
[Chorus 1: 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 (For real)
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for (I) real

[Verse 2: Drake]
Touched down in '86
Knew I was the man by the age of six
I even f*cked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy sh*t
I heard cha new sh*t, n*gga hated it
Damon Wayans, homie, don't play that sh*t
I get paid a lot, chu get paid a bit
And my latest sh*t is like a greatest hits, goddamn
Ain't no wishing over on this side
Y'all-on't f*ck with us, then we-on't f*ck wit' ch'all
It's no different over on this side, goddamn
Should I listen a everybody or myself?
'Cause myself just told myself:
"You're the motherf*cking man, you-on'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 cho' 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 da 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, goddamn
[Chorus 2: Drake & (Big Sean)]
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 (God), that's all me

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
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 rent's due (God)
Not complicated, it's simple
I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full (Skrrt)
And, to them hoes, I'm e'rything
E'rything but gentle
But I still take my time (Time)
Man, I guess I'm just old fashioned
Wearing retro sh—, that's old fashion
n*gga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the sh*t, good sex, need a hit
Keep a broad on the flo' year 'round like season tickets
I plead the fifth, drink a fifth, load the .9
Leave you split, in the half, smoke a half, need a zip
My new girl is on Glee and sh*t
Prolly making mo' money than me and sh*t
I swear da God I got 99 problems, but a b*tch ain't one (No)
I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one (No)
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
n*ggas still hating, but it ain't working (Ain't working)
Lil' b*tch (b*tch)
[Verse 4: Drake]
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I think I done f*cked too many women from the 305
'Fore the end of this year
I'll do King of Diamonds 3 more times
Smoking on that kush all in our section
Like it's legalized
Girl, you can't always have your way
Sometimes it be like that
They don't really f*ck with you like that
They ain't never did me like that
I just took my time, you got the shine
I let you eat like that
I been taught to never loan somebody
What you need right back
And I need that sh*t right back
(No more free Randy) I'm blessed than a muhf*cka
n*ggas been stressed than a muhf*cka
n*ggas getting nervous
Clutching they chests like a muhf*cka
Damn that's a motherf*cker
Tell the truth, I don't listen to you
'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 talking through the window
Like a motherf*cking drive-thru
That was back then, man
Now my n*ggas rich enough to do whatever I do