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 -y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', 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 niggas talking money, I got more digits in my GEICO
She make a pole disappear like hocus pocus
You're ain't never gon' find another nigga this focus
I got every block, every street corners 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
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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
I' m, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin', I've been a victim to it
Your conversation is sanitation, ain't no hesitation when I finna do it
I stick it in (uh) switch it up and try to hit a friend (uh)
Live it up and count my dividends, roll, like cinnamon
Woah, big face Benjamin's as she lookin' at me Like ye'en ain't nothin' but a star
I look them 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 to 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 'bout boat trips?
Drop her ass at the (Chocolate Factory) (yeah), we did them (12 Play's) (yeah)
And you know who you is girl - we been f* *kin' since the 12th 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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
Pull up to the club at about three
I'm killin' it, guilty no plea
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 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's a church girl but man she's blowing holy smokes
Showed her the Jesus piece now she got the Holy Ghost
They asked them in a interview, 'why do he love these girls?'
The only thing he had to say was, 'motherf**k 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-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it
I'm, stickin', to it