conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called All Me with the following description: Drake, 2 Chainz and Big Sean team up for a hilarious bar fest over a menacing Key Wane beat (originally intended for Sean’s Hall of Fame).
  Drake oozes with the self-confidence that inevitably comes with an eight-figure bank account, 2 Chainz brags about his dick setting off a metal detector, and Sean does his thing. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by KeY Wane]
  [Intro: Aziz Ansari]
  I'm really stepping up my game
  These bitches gotta start paying me for this
  Can't get no more free, Randy
  [Chorus: 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
  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
  [Verse 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 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) [Chorus: 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
  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
  [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, 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! [Chorus: 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
  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—
  [Verse 3: Big Sean]
  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 (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 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... [Verse 4: Drake]
  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