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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, never mind what I got Nigga 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 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 Ah, she want all the fame (Want all the fame) I hear that shit all the time (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 nigga alert! Ill nigga 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, nigga God bless you If having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (Tru) 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, never mind 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 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 the man by the age of 6 I even fucked the girl that used to babysit But that was years later on some crazy shit I heard your new shit, nigga hated it Damon Wayans, homie 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 wishing 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're the motherfucking 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 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 making room for the table dancers 'Cause if we judging off your advances 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, never mind 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 for real Came up, that's all me Stay true, that's all me Hoe, shut the fuck 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 sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full And to them hoes I'm everything Everything but gentle But I still take my time Man, I guess I'm just old fashioned Wearing retro shit, that's old fashion Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption I paint pics, see the shit, 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 shit Probably making more money than me and shit I swear to God I got 99 problems but a bitch 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 working Lil' bitch
Writer(s): Tracy Lauren Marrow, Aubrey Drake Graham, Sean Michael Anderson, Tauheed Epps, George Iii Clinton, Alphonso Henderson, Maurice Yvain, Jacques Mardochee Charles, Dwane M. Ii Weir, Anthony George Palman, Albert Willemetz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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