Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Me, artist - Drake.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Me |
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 (yeah) |
No help, that’s all me, all me for real |
Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me (2 Chainz) |
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 |
God damn, 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 |
God damn, 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, God damn! |
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 (Time) |
Man, I guess I’m just old fashioned |
Wearing retro sh—, 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 |
Lil' bitch… |