Albert Willemetz - All Me lyrics

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Albert Willemetz - All Me lyrics

[Produced by Key Wane] [Intro: Aziz Ansari (from the movie "Funny People")] "I'm really stepping up my game These b**hes gotta start paying me for this Can't get no more free Randy" [Hook: 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** that, never mind what I got n***a 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—dogging 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 sh** 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***a alert! Ill n***a alert!" You need that work, I got that work, got b**hes 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, n***a God bless you If having a bad b**h was a crime, I'd be arrested (Truu) [Hook: 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** that, never mind what I got n***a 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 f**ed the girl that used to babysit But that was years later on some crazy sh** I heard your new sh**, n***a hated it Damon Wayans, homie don't play that sh** I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit And my latest sh** is like a greatest hits God damn, ain't no wishing over on this side Y'all don't f** with us, then we don't f** 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 motherf**ing 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'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** And I'm on the road box office sales I'm getting paid for all of this sh** 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 damn! [Hook: 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** that, never mind what I got n***a 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** 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 s**y 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 Wearing retro sh**, that's old fashion n***a, see what I'm saying, no closed caption I paint pics, see the sh**, good s**, 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** Probably making more money than me and sh** I swear to God I got 99 problems but a b**h 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 n***as still hating but it ain't working Lil' b**h... [Verse 4: Drake] Oh me, oh me, oh my I think I done f**ed too many women from the 305 'Fore the end of this year I'll do King of Diamonds three 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 dont really f** 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've been taught to never loan somebody What you need right back And I need that sh** right back? (No more free Randy) I'm blessed than a motherf**a n***as been stressed than a motherf**a n***as getting nervous Clutching they chests like a motherf**a Damn that's a motherf**er 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**ing drive-thru That was back then man Now my n***as rich enough to do whatever I do