Drake - All Me Lyrics
[Intro]I'm really stepping up my gameThese *****es gotta start paying me for thisCan't get no more free Randy[Hook: Drake]Got everything, I got everythingI cannot complain, I cannotI don't even know how much I really made, I forgotIt's a lot, ***** that, nevermind what I gotNigga don't watch that cause ICame up, that's all meStay true, that's all meNo help, that's all meAll me forrealCame up, that's all meStay true, that's all meNo help, that's all meAll me forreal[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]Money on my mind, you should think the sameJ's on, pinky ringDogging these hoes, I need quarantineIn the same league, but we don't ball the sameAh! She want all the fameI hear that shit all the timeShe said she love meI said, "Baby girl, fall in line," okMade a million, off of denim*****, watch me switch it upWalked in, "Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!"You need that work, I got that work, got *****es in my condoJust bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car noteFrom the A to Toronto, we let the metal go offAnd my dick so hard it make the metal detector go offThis that sauce, this that dressingGivenchy, nigga God bless youIf having a bad ***** was a crimeI'd be arrested (True)[Hook][Verse 2: Drake]I touched down at '86Knew I was a man by the age of 6I even *****ed girls that used to babysitBut thats was years later on some crazy shitI heard your new shit, nigga hated itDamon Wayans told me don't play that shitI get paid a lot, you get paid a bitAnd my latest shit is like a greatest hitsGod damnAin't no wishing over on this sideY'all don't ***** wit' us and we don't ***** wit' y'all, it's no different over on this sideGod damnShould I listen to everybody or myself?Cause myself just told myself, "You the mother*****in' 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 shit,And I’m on the road box office sales,I’m getting paid for all of this shit,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![Hook][Verse 3: Big Sean]HOE, SHUT THE ***** UPI got way too much on my mentalI learn from what I've been throughI'm finna do what I didn't doAnd still waking up like the rest doNot complicated, it's simpleI got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-fullAnd to them hoes I'm everythangEverything but gentleBut I still take my timeMan I guess I'm just old fashionedWearing retro shit, that's old fashionNigga, see what I'm saying, no closed captionI paint pics, see the shitGood sex, need to hitKeep a broad on the floorYear round like season ticketsI plead the fifthDrink a fifthLoad the nineLeave you split, in the halfSmoke a half, need a zipMy new girl is on Glee and shitProbably making more money than me and shitI swear to God I got 99 Problems but a ***** ain't oneI got 99 problems, getting rich ain't oneLike I got trust issuesI'm sorry for the people I've pushed outI'm the type to have a bullet-proof condomAnd still gotta pull outBut that's just meAnd I ain't perfectI ain't a saint but I am worth itIf it's one thing, I am worth itNiggas still hating but it ain't workin'Lil' *****[Drake]All Me. All Me. Oh my.I think I done *****ed too many women from the 305Before the end of this year, I'll do King of Diamonds, three more timesSmoking all that kush all in our section like its legalizedGirl, you can't always have your way, sometimes it be like thatThey dont really ***** with you like that, they ain't never did me like thatI just took my time, you got your shine, I let you eat like thatI been taught never to loan somebody what you need right backAnd I need that shit right back (no more free Randy)I’m blessed than a mother*****erNiggas been stressed than a mother*****erNiggas gettin' nervous, touching they chests like a mother*****erDamn that’s a mother*****erTell the truth, I don’t listen to ya‘Cause I don’t like being lied toAnd that ship won’t sailAnd that wind won’t guide youDaddy was in jail we was talkin’ through the windowLike a mother*****ing drive-thruThat was back then manNow my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do
