| Got everything, I got everything
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| I cannot complain, I cannot
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| I don’t even know how much I really made, I forgot, it’s a lot
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| Fuck that, never mind what I got
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| Nigga don’t watch that 'cause I—
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| Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me (yeah)
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| No help, that’s all me, all me for real
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| Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me (2 Chainz)
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| No help, that’s all me, all me for real
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| Money on my mind, you should think the same
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| J’s on, pinky ring, dogging these hoes, I need quarantine
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| In the same league, but we don’t ball the same
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| (Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time
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| She said she love me, I said, «Baby girl, fall in line»
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| Okay, made a million off a dinner fork, watch me switch it up
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| Walked in, «Ill nigga alert! |
| Ill nigga alert!»
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| You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo
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| Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note
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| From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off
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| And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off
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| This that sauce, this that dressing
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| Givenchy, nigga, God bless you
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| If having a bad bitch was a crime, I’d be arrested (Tru)
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| Got everything, I got everything
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| I cannot complain, I cannot
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| I don’t even know how much I really made, I forgot, it’s a lot
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| Fuck that, never mind what I got
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| Nigga don’t watch that 'cause I—
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| Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me
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| No help, that’s all me, all me for real
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| Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me
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| No help, that’s all me, all me for real
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| I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age of 6
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| I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
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| But that was years later on some crazy shit
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| I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
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| Damon Wayans, homie don’t play that shit
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| I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
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| And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
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| God damn, ain’t no wishing over on this side
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| Y’all don’t fuck with us, then we don’t fuck with y’all
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| It’s no different over on this side
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| God damn, should I listen to everybody or myself?
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| 'Cause myself just told myself:
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| «You're the motherfucking man, you don’t need no help»
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| Cashing checks and I’m bigging up my chest
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| Y’all keep talking ‘bout who next, but I’m about as big as it gets
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| I swear y’all just wasting y’all breath
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| I’m the light skinned Keith Sweat, I’ma make it last forever
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| It’s not your turn 'cause I ain’t done yet
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| Look, just understand that I’m on a roll like Cottonelle
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| I was made for all of this shit
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| And I’m on the road box office sales
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| I’m getting paid for all of this shit
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| Ask you to please excuse my table manners
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| I was making room for the table dancers
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| 'Cause if we judging off your advances
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| Then I just got paid like eight advances, God damn!
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| Got everything, I got everything
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| I cannot complain, I cannot
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| I don’t even know how much I really made, I forgot, it’s a lot
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| Fuck that, never mind what I got
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| Nigga don’t watch that 'cause I—
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| Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me
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| No help, that’s all me, all me for real
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| Came up, that’s all me, stay true, that’s all me—
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| Ho, shut the fuck up!
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| I got way too much on my mental
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| I learn from what I’ve been through
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| I’m finna do what I didn’t do
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| And still waking up like the rent’s due
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| Not complicated, it’s simple
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| I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full
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| And to them hoes I’m everything—everything but gentle
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| But I still take my time (Time)
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| Man, I guess I’m just old fashioned
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| Wearing retro sh—, that’s old fashion
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| Nigga, see what I’m saying, no closed caption
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| I paint pics, see the shit, good sex, need to hit
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| Keep a broad on the floor year 'round like season tickets
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| I plead the fifth, drink a fifth, load the nine
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| Leave you split, in the half, smoke a half, need a zip
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| My new girl is on Glee and shit
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| Probably making more money than me and shit
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| I swear to God I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
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| I got 99 problems, getting rich ain’t one
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| Like I got trust issues
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| I’m sorry for the people I’ve pushed out
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| I’m the type to have a bullet-proof condom
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| And still gotta pull out
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| But that’s just me and I ain’t perfect
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| I ain’t a saint but I am worth it
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| If it’s one thing, I am worth it
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| Niggas still hating but it ain’t working
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| Lil' bitch… |