Lyrics:

13. All Me ft. Drake, 2 Chainz, & Big Sean 4:32

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 (For real)
Came up, that's all me (Haha)
Stay true, that's all me (2 Chainz)
No help (2 Chainz), that's all me
All me for real

Money on my mind? You should think the same
J's on (Yeah)
Pinky ring
Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine
In the same league, but we-on't ball the same
Oh
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' (Damn)
You need that work? I got that work, got bitches in my condo (No)
Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note (Tell ’em)
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 (True, 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, 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 (For real)
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for (I) real

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 cha new shit
Nigga hated it
Daman Wayans, homie, don't play that shit
I get paid a lot, chu get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits, goddamn
Ain't no wishing over on this side
Y'all-on't fuck with us? Then we-on't fuck wit' ch'all
It's no different over on this side, goddamn
Should I listen a everybody or myself?
'Cause myself just told myself:
'You're the motherfucking man, you-on'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 cho' 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 da 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 (God), that's all me

Hoe, 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 waking up like the rent's due (God)
Not complicated, it's simple
I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full (Skrrt)
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
Wearing retro sh—, that's old fashion
Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the shit, good sex, need a hit
Keep a broad on the flo' year 'round like season tickets
I plead the fifth, drink a fifth, load the .9
Leave ya split, in the half, smoke a half, need a zip
My new girl is on Glee and shit
Prolly making mo' money than me and shit
I swear da God I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one (No)
I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one
Like (No) I got trust issues
I'm sorry for the people I've pushed out
I'm the type da 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
Niggas still hating, but it ain't working (Ain't working)
Lil' bitch (Bitch)
14. From Time ft. Jhené Aiko, Drake, & Baka Not Nice 6:24

What's up?
Been a minute since we kicked it, chu've been caught up
With them bitches, I don't get it, chu're a star, love
You shouldn't have to deal with that
I'd never make you feel like that
'Cause

I love me
I love me enough for the both of us
That's why
You trust me
I know you've been through more than most of us
So, what are you?
What are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling, you
You give, but chu cannot take love
Yeah
I

Needed to hear that shit, I hate when you're submissive
Passive aggressive when we're texting, I feel the distance
I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas tripping
I like when money makes a difference, but don't make you different
Started realizing a couple places I could take it
I wanna get back to when I was that kid in the basement
I wanna take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation
And influence a generation that's lacking in patience
I've been dealing wit' my dad, speaking of lack of patience
Just me and my old man getting back to basics
We've been talking 'bout the future and time that we wasted
When he put that bottle down, girl, that nigga's amazing
Well
Fuck it, we had a couple Coronas
We might have rolled a white paper, just some' da hold us
We even talked about chu and our couple of moments
He said, 'We should hash it out like a couple of grownups'
You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone
Looking like you came from the 70's on your own
My mother is 66 and her favorite line da hit me with is:
'Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone?'
You-on't even know what chu want from love anymore
I search for some' I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored, but, girl
What qualities was I looking for before?
Who ya settling for? Who better for ya than The Boy, huh?

I love me
I love me enough for the both of us
That's why
You trust me
I know you've been through more than most of us
So, what are you?
What are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling, you
You give, but chu cannot take love
Uh

Thinking 'bout Texas, back when Porscha used to work at Treasures
Or further back than that, before I had the Houston leverage
When I got Summer a Michael Kors wit' my mama's debit
A weak attempt at flexing, I'll never forget it
'Cause that night, I played her three songs
Then we got to talking 'bout some' we disagreed on
Then she start telling me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz
Boy, was she wrong
That was just negative energy for me da feed off
Now it's therapeutic blowing money in the Galleria
Or Beverly Center Macy's where I discovered Bria
Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music
When I could tell it was sincere without tryna prove it
The one that I needed was Courtney from Hooters on Peachtree
I've always been feeling like she was the piece to complete me
Now she engaged to be married, what's the rush on commitment?
Know we were going through some shit, name a couple that isn't
Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz?
Girl, I felt like we had it all planned out
I guess I fucked up the vision
Learning the true consequences of my selfish decisions
When you find out how I'm living, I just hope I'm forgiven
It seem like you-on't want this love anymore
I'm acting out in the open, it's hard for you to ignore, but, girl
What qualities was I looking for before?
Who ya settling for? Who better for ya than The Boy, huh?

I love me
I love me enough for the both of us
That's why
You trust me
I know you've been through more than most of us
So, what are you?
What are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling, you
You give, but chu cannot take love

Shoulda spent more nights
Coulda changed cha life
We would've been alright
All these shoulda, coulda, wouldas
In her ear one time
Prolly wasting my time
'Cause she heard it all
'Cause she heard it all
Girl, I coulda changed cha life
But chu heard it all
Well, I'ma say it anyway
Shawty, I'm from the city
Where we were never taught da love
You ain't gotta be in love da fuck
Girl, I'm just tryna say
I'm from the city, oh
Where the money makes a difference
But it never made us different, oh

I love me
I love me enough for the both of us
That's why
You trust me
I know you've been through more than most of us
So, what are you?
What are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling, you
You give, but chu cannot take love

Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G
Been a East Side ting
Scarborough ting from time, G
Been have up di ting dem
From time, G
So Ion't know what's wrong with these
Lil' wasteman out here, eh?
Y'all need to know yourselves
15. The Motto ft. Drake, Lil Wayne, & Tyga 4:02

I'm the fucking man
Y'all don't get it, do ya?
Type of money, e'rybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami, too
Clubbing hard, fucking women, there ain't much to do
Wrist-bling, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain't shit changed
How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel?
25, sitting on $25-mil', uh
I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'ma do it for The Bay, okay
Getting paid, we'll holla whenever that stop
My team good, we don't really need a mascot
Tell Tune, 'Light one, pass it like a relay'
YMCMB, you niggas more YMCA
Me, Franny, and Mally Mall at the crib-o
Shout goes out da Niko, J, and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fucking with her, Ion't really need her, aw
That's how ya feel, man? That's really how ya feel?
'Cause the pimping ice-cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I mean, maybe she won't, but then again, maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal, real nigga, wassup?

Now she want a photo
You already know, though
You only live once: that's the motto, nigga, YOLO, and we 'bout it e'ry day
E'ry day
E'ry day
Like we sitting on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
E'ry day
E'ry day
Fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, wassup?

One
Time?
Fuck one time
I'm calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven
Grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy, so I swam, do her butt, it's
Eastside
We in this bitch
Wish a nigga would, like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall, put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO, add a B da that shit, I'm
Fucked up (Fucked up)
Tored down (Tored down)
I'm twisted (I'm twisted)
Doorknob (Doorknob)
Talk stupid? (Talk stupid?)
Off wit' cha head (Off wit' cha head)
Nigga, money talks (Nigga, money talks)
And Mr. Ed (And Mr. Ed, yeah)
I'm so Young Money, got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar
Ain't shit sweet, niggas on the street like hookers, I
Tongue-kiss her other tongue
Skeet, skeet, skeet
Water-gun
Oh
My
God
Becky, look at her
Butt
Tunechi

Now she want a photo
You already know, though (Yeah)
You only live once: that's the motto, nigga, YOLO, and we 'bout it e'ry day
E'ry day
E'ry day
Like we sitting on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
E'ry day
E'ry day
Fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, wassup? (Hah)

T-Raww
Skinny nigga, big balls (Balls)
Fuck around and get dragged
RuPaul (Paul)
You funny lil' nigga
Duval ('Val)
Out of this world
Total Recall (Call)
Call a bitch, ride dick like a seesaw
Sorta like a donkey, act a ass, nigga, hee-haw (Haw)
Riding 'round in the 'Rari wit' the top off
While you in the window, man, I'm probably on my next car (Huh)
Aight (Aight)
Mighty duck with the ice on
Real L.A. nigga, chucks with the gun drawn
Drawing on your face, you're a clown, jack in the box
Boy, that's your bop, she my new pum-pum star
Stars in the back, them my homies, they-on't act
Acting brand-new, fuck her, never call her back
Matt Forte got the bitch running back
Damn, that's the motto, you-on't know it's like that (It's like that)

Now she want a photo
You already know, though
You only live once: that's the motto, nigga, YOLO, and we 'bout it e'ry day
E'ry day
E'ry day
Like we sitting on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
E'ry day
E'ry day
Fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, wassup? (Wassup?)

Real nigga, wassup? (Wassup?)
Hah (Hah)
Real nigga, wassup?

Now she (Wassup?) want a photo
You already know, though
You only live once: that's the motto, nigga, YOLO, and we 'bout it e'ry day
E'ry day
E'ry day
Like we sitting on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
E'ry day
E'ry day
Fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, wassup? (Wassup?)
16. Only ft. Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown, Drake, & Lil Wayne 5:14

Yo
I never

Fucked (I) Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did, I'd ménage with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake (Cupcake)
My man full, he just ate
I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah (Yeah)
That was a setup (Setup)
For a punchline on duct-tape
W-W-Worry 'bout if my butt fake
W-Worried 'bout ch'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons, J-Jon & Kate (Jon & Kate)
Plus Eight
When I walk in, sit up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was late
Dinner wit' my man on a G5
Is my idea of a update
Hut-Hut one, hut-hut two (Two)
Big titties, big butt too (Too)
Fu-Fuck with them real niggas
Who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had a show bitches where the top is
R-Ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn't test me
Even if their name was Pop Quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with
Ma-Ma-Mad bitches we don't fuck with
Ion't fuck with them chickens
Unless they last name is Cutlet (Cutlet)
Let it soak in (In)
Like seasoning ('Ing)
And tell them bitches blow me (Blow me)
Lance Stephenson (Raise every-'Son)

Bottle and cup in the sky (Sky)
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July (July)
Nothing but bad bitches in here da night (Da night)
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet (Be quiet)
Nutting but real niggas only (Only)
Bad bitches only (Only)
Rich niggas only (Only)
Independent bitches only (Only)
Boss niggas only (Only)
Thick bitches only (Only)
I got my real niggas here by my side (My side, yeah)
Only (Only, I never)

Fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man
But when that's over, then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach?
I thought, 'Goddamn, this i' the perfect time'
We had just come from that video
You know, L.A., traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yeah, lowkey or maybe hi-key
I've been peeped that cha like me, ya know?
Who the fuck ya really wanna be with besides me? I mean
It doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean
She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree (I)
Yeah
That's right, I like my girls BBW
Yeah
Type that wanna suck ya dry and then eat some lunch wit' chu
Yeah
So thick that e'rybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston, Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable, oh (Oh, yeah)
You the man in the city when the mayor fuck wit' chu
The NBA players fuck wit' chu
The badass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck wit' chu, oh
Yeah
That's 'cause I believe in some', I stand for it
And, Nicki, if you ever try da fuck
Just give me the heads-up so I can plan for it (Raise-Pinkprint-every)

Bottle and cup in the sky (Sky, ayy)
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July (July)
Nothing but bad bitches in here da night (Da night)
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet (Be quiet)
Nutting but real niggas only (Only)
Bad bitches only (Only)
Rich niggas only (Only)
Independent bitches only (Only)
Boss niggas only (Only)
Thick bitches only (Only)
I got my real niggas here by my side (My side)
Only (Only, I never)

Fucked Nick, and that's fucked up
If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up
Whoever is hitting ain't hitting it right
'Cause she act like she need dick in her life
That's another story, I'm no storyteller
I piss greatness like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous, I'm from HollyGrove
The Holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave
They bet' not fuck with her
Surfboard
Surfboard, my eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? Take Mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy
Treat beef like sirloin
I'm talking (I) 'bout running in houses with army guns (Army guns)
So think about chu're son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes wit' me, masked up, they got smaller guns (Smaller guns)
Ain't thinking 'bout chu're son and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy, my nigga (Crazy, my nigga)
I mean, brazy, my nigga
That money talk, I rephrase it, my nigga
Blood Gang take the 'B' off behavior, my nigga, for reals, if you mouth off?
I blow your face off
I mean, 'Pop, pop, pop', then I take off
Nigga, now ya see me
Nigga, now ya don't
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
16 in the clip
One in the chamber
17 Ward Bully wit' 17 bullets
My story is how I went from poor me
To please pour me a drink and celebrate wit' (Raise) me (Every-and)

Bottle (Celeb—) and ('Brate wit' me) cup in the sky (Sky)
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July (July)
Nothing but bad bitches in here da night (Da night)
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet (Be quiet, Young Mula, baby)
Nutting but real niggas only (Only)
Bad bitches only (Only)
Rich niggas only (Only)
Independent bitches only (Only)
Boss niggas only (Only)
Thick bitches only (Only)
I got my real niggas here by my side (My side)
Only (Only)

(I)