Текст песни: All Me + перевод

I’m really stepping up my game

These bitches gotta start paying me for this

Can’t get no more free, Randy

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, I hear that shit 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

God damn, 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

God damn, 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, God damn!

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—

Ho, 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…

Oh me, oh me, oh my

I think I done fucked too many women from the 305

'Fore the end of this year

I’ll do King of Diamonds 3 more times

Smoking on that kush all in our section

Like it’s legalized

Girl, you can’t always have your way

Sometimes it be like that

They don’t really fuck with you like that

They ain’t never did me like that

I just took my time, you got the shine

I let you eat like that

I been taught to never loan somebody

What you need right back

And I need that shit right back

(No more free Randy) I’m blessed than a muhfucka

Niggas been stressed than a muhfucka

Niggas getting nervous

Clutching they chests like a muhfucka

Damn that’s a motherfucker

Tell the truth, I don’t listen to you

'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 talking through the window

Like a motherfucking drive-thru

That was back then, man

Now my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do