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letra de all me (album version) - drake

[produced by key wane]

[chorus: drake & 2 chainz]
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-ck that, never mind what i got
n-gga 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

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
money on my mind, you should think the same
j’s on, pinky ring, d-gg-ng 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-t 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-gga alert! ill n-gga alert!”
you need that work, i got that work, got b-tches 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 d-ck so hard it make the metal detector go off
this that sauce, this that dressing
givenchy, n-gga, god bless you
if having a bad b-tch was a crime, i’d be arrested (tru)
[chorus: 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-ck that, never mind what i got
n-gga 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-cked the girl that used to babysit
but that was years later on some crazy sh-t
i heard your new sh-t, n-gga hated it
damon wayans, homie don’t play that sh-t
i get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
and my latest sh-t is like a greatest hits
god d-mn, ain’t no wishing over on this side
y’all don’t f-ck with us, then we don’t f-ck with y’all
it’s no different over on this side
god d-mn, should i listen to everybody or myself?
’cause myself just told myself:
“you’re the motherf-cking 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 sh-t
and i’m on the road box office sales
i’m getting paid for all of this sh-t
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 d-mn!
[chorus: 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-ck that, never mind what i got
n-gga 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-ck 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-xy 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-t, that’s old fashion
n-gga, see what i’m saying, no closed caption
i paint pics, see the sh-t, good s-x, 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-t
probably making more money than me and sh-t
i swear to god i got 99 problems but a b-tch 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-ggas still hating but it ain’t working
lil’ b-tch…

- drake

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