All Me ft. Laya

[Intro] KOMPANA KOMPANA KOMPANA KOMPANA KOMPANA KOOMPANA [Chorus: Laya] 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 Ngga 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 (Treez) No help, that's all me, all me for real [Verse 1: Drake] 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 ngga alert! Ill ngga 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, ngga, God bless you If having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (Tru) [Chorus: Laya] 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 Ngga 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 [Verse 2: Drake] 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, ngga 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! [outro ] KOMPANA KOMPANA KOMPANA KOMPANA KOMPANA KOOMPANA [Fade Out] [End]