Drake - All Me (ft. 2 Chainz & Big Sean) (Traduction Française) lyrics

[Produit par Key Wane]

[Intro : Aziz Ansari (tiré du film "Funny People")]
"I'm really stepping up my game
These b*tches gotta start paying me for this
Can't get no more free Randy"

[Refrain : 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, never mind what I got, n*gga 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

[Couplet 1 : 2 Chainz]
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 sh*t 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 n*gga alert! Ill n*gga 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 di*k so hard it make the metal detector go off
This that sauce, this that dressing, Givenchy, n*gga God bless you
If having a bad b*tch was a crime, I'd be arrested (Truu)
[Refrain : 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, never mind what I got, n*gga 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

[Couplet 2 : Drake]
I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age of 6
I even f*cked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy sh*t
I heard your new sh*t, n*gga hated it
Damon Wayans, homie don't 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 with us, then we don't f*ck 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 motherf*cking 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'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, then I just got paid like eight advances
God damn!
[Refrain : 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, never mind what I got, n*gga 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

[Couplet 3 : Big Sean]
Ho, 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 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 sh*t, that's old fashion
n*gga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the sh*t, 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 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, n*ggas still hating but it ain't working
Lil' b*tch...
[Couplet 4 : Drake]
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I think I done f*cked too many women from the 305
'Fore the end of this year, I'll do King of Diamonds three 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 dont really f*ck 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've been taught to never loan somebody what you need right back
And I need that sh*t right back? (no more free Randy)
I’m blessed than a motherf*cka
n*ggas been stressed than a motherf*cka
n*ggas getting nervous, clutching they chests like a motherf*cka
Damn that’s a motherf*cker
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 motherf*cking drive-thru
That was back then man, now my n*ggas rich enough to do whatever I do