My Story (ft. 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

And 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 gate code.

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

Yeah, 2 chainz

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 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 fuckin'

Since the 12th grade, goddamn

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, "motherfuck the world!"