Drake – All Me (feat. 2 Chainz & Big Sean) Lyrics

All Me

Drake (feat. 2 Chainz & Big Sean)

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"All Me." - Drake (feat. 2 Chainz & Big Sean)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 10:34 pm

Album: Nothing Was The Same (Deluxe)

Track No: 15

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, nevermind what I got
****, 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 (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
Doggin' these hoes, I need quarantine
In the same league, but we don't ball the same
Oh, she want all the fame
I hear that shit all the time
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 **** alert, ill **** 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, ****, God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested
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, nevermind what I got
****, 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 a man by the age of six
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit
****, hated it
Damon Wayans told me 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 wishin' 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 the motherfuckin' man, you don't need no help
Cashin' checks and I'm biggin' up my chest
Y'all keep talkin' 'bout who next
But I'm about as big as it gets
I swear, y'all just wastin' 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 makin' room for the table dancers
'Cause if we judgin' off your advance
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, nevermind what I got
****, 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 learned from what I've been through
I'm finna do what I didn't do
And still wakin' 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 e'rything
E'rything but gentle
But I still take my time (Time)
Man, I guess I'm just old-fashioned
Wearin' retro sh—, that's old-fashioned
****, see what I'm sayin', no closed-caption
I paint pics, see the shit
Good sex, need to hit
Keep a broad on the floor
Year round like season tix
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
Prolly makin' more money than me and shit
I swear to God, I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
I got ninety-nine problems, gettin' rich ain't one
Like, I got trust issues
I'm sorry for the people I pushed out
I'm the type to have a bulletproof 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
**** still hatin', but it ain't workin'
Lil' bitch

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Anthony Palman, S. Anderson, T. Epps, D. Weir, L. Willemetz, J. Charles & M. Yvaine.

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