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[Intro]
I’m really stepping up my game
These b*tches gotta start paying me for this
Can’t get no more free Randy

[Hook: 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, nevermind 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 forreal
Came up, that’s all me
Stay true, that’s all me
No help, that’s all me
All me forreal

[2 Chainz]
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
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,” ok
Made a million, off of denim
f-ck, 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 (True)

[Hook]

[Drake]

I touched down at ’86
Knew I was a man by the age of 6
I even f-cked girls that used to babysit
But thats was years later on some crazy sh*t
I heard your new sh*t, n*gga hated it
Damon Wayans told me 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 damn
Ain’t no wishing over on this side
Y’all don’t f-ck wit’ us and we don’t f-ck wit’ 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 the motherf-ckin’ man, you don’t need no help”
Cashin’ checks and I’m bigging up my chest,
Ya’ll keep talking ‘bout who next,
But I’m about how big as it gets,
I swear ya’ll just wastin’ ya’ll breath,
I’m the light skinned Keith Sweat,
I’mma 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,
I just got paid like eight advances, God damn!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
HOE, 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 rest do
Not complicated, it’s simple
I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full
And to them hoes I’m everythang
Everything but gentle
But I still take my 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 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 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 workin’
Lil’ b*tch

[Drake]
All Me. All Me. Oh my. I think I done f-cked too many women from the 305 Before the end of this year, I’ll do King of Diamonds, three more times,
Smoking all that kush all in our section like its legalized
Girl, you can’t always have your way, sometimes it be like that
They dont really f-ck with you like that, they ain’t never did me like that
I just took my time, you got your shine, I let you eat like that
I been taught never to loan somebody what you need right back
And I need that sh*t right back (no more free Randy)
I’m blessed than a motherf-cker,
n*ggas been stressed than a motherf-cker
n*ggas gettin’ nervous, touching they chests like a motherf-cker,
Damn that’s a motherf-cker
Tell the truth, I don’t listen to ya,
‘Cause I don’t like being lied to
And that ship won’t sail,
And that wind won’t guide you
Daddy was in jail we was talkin’ through the window,
Like a motherf-cking drive-thru
That was back then man,
Now my n*ggas rich enough to do whatever I do.

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