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feat. 2 Chainz and Big Sean [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 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 forreal Came up, that's all me Stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me All me forreal [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Money on my mind, you should think the same J's on, pinky ring Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine Letras de cancionesIn 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 nigga alert! Ill nigga 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 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 b-tch was a crime I'd be arrested (True) [Hook] [Verse 2: 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, nigga hated it Damon Wayans told me dont 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 fashioned Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption I paint pics, see the sh-t Good sex, need to hit Keep a bra 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, needles it 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 Niggas 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 less than a motherf-cker, Niggas been stressed than a motherf-cker Niggas 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 niggas rich enough to do whatever I do From Letras Mania