2 Chainz – My Story lyrics

(Yeah!) This is my story
Yeah I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke
To sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yeah!) This is my story
Money, cars, bad hoes
This is my story
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
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 ain't never gon' find another nigga this focused
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!) 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, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it (Yeah!)
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it (2 Chainz!)
And I'm, stickin' to it
And 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'm finna do it
I stick it in (Uhh)
Switch it up and try to hit a friend (Uhh)
Live it up and count my dividends
Roll, like cinnamon
Whoa, big face Benjamins
And she looked at me like, you ain't nothin' 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 to me
Ride me like I ride the beat
Pilot seat, I need a co-pilot
Kiss a ass in both mouths
Yeah I'm 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

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, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And 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
"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, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it