All Me

Album: Nothing Was the Same (2013)
Charted: 20
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  • 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

    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 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 dressing
    Givenchy, nigga God bless you
    If having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (Tru)

    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

    I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age of 6
    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
    Goddamn, ain't no wishing 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
    Goddamn, should I listen to everybody or myself?
    'Cause myself just told myself
    "You're the motherfucking 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'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 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
    Then I just got paid like eight advances, Goddamn!

    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

    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 waking 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
    Wearing retro shit, that's old fashion
    Nigga, see what I'm saying, 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 and shit
    Probably making more money than me and shit
    I swear to God I got 99 problems but a bitch 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 working
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