My Story (feat. 2 Chainz)

This is my story

Yeah, I'm from that Chi-Town dirt

I went from being broke

To sleeping in Versace shirts

This is my story

Money, cars, bad hoes

This is my story

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

Came from humble beginnings

Now I'm cocky with my spending

They say life is just a game

And I thank God that I'm winning

Models roll my indo

I beat the pussy, Django

Them **** talking money

I got more digits in my gate code

She make a pole disappear like hocus pocus

You ain't never gonna find another **** this focused

I got every block, every street corner sold up

Whatever club represent my city, throw it up

I own the game, coach slash player shown up

Okay, haters throw fitted, never showed up

Yeah

This is my story

Yeah, I'm from that Chi-Town dirt

I went from being broke

To sleeping in Versace shirts

This is my story

Money, cars, bad hoes

This is my story

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

Velcro, I'm sticking to it

Pain', I been a victim to it

Your conversation is sanitation

Ain't no hesitating when I finna do it

I stick it in, switch it up and try to hit a friend

Live it up and count my dividends

Roll like cinnamon

Whoa, big face Benjamins

As she looking at me

Like you ain't nothing but a star

I looked at her like this ain't nothing but a car

If you ride with them, you ain't going that far

But if you ride with me

Crib so big, we can play hide and seek

You can confide in me

Ride me like I ride the beat

Pilot seat, I need a co-pilot

Kiss a ass in both mouths

Them talking both lips

What you know about boat trips?

Drop her ass at the chocolate factory

Yeah, we did them twelve plays

And you know who you is, girl

We been fucking since the twelfth grade

Goddamn

This is my story

Yeah, I'm from that Chi-Town dirt

I went from being broke

To sleeping in Versace shirts

This is my story

Money, cars, bad hoes

This is my story

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

Pull up to the club at about three

I'm killing it, guilty, no plea

I'm leaving out at six with a dime P

By nine o'clock, we on round three

I speak of rain, they say I'm crazy

Like they didn't know

See, I'm not crazy

But my talent, man, got bipolar

Say she a church girl

But man, she blowing holy smokes

Showed her the Jesus piece

Now she got the Holy Ghost

They asked him in a interview

Why do he love these girls?

The only thing he had to say was

Motherfuck the world

This is my story

Yeah, I'm from that Chi-Town dirt

I went from being broke

To sleeping in Versace shirts

This is my story

Money, cars, bad hoes

This is my story

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it

And I'm sticking to it