Lyrics:

This is my story
Yeah, Im from that Trap-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 Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it

Came from humble beginnings
Now Im cocky with my spending
They say life is just a game'
And I thank God that Im 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 hokus pokus
Youre aint never gon' find another nigga this focus
I got every block, every street corners sold up
Whatever club represent my city, throwed up
I own the game, coach slash player shown up
Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up

This is my story
Yeah, Im from that Trap-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 Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it

Velcro, Im sticking to it
Hating, Ive been a victim to it
Your conversation is sanitation
Aint no hesitation 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
Woah, big face Benjamins as she looked at me
like yeen nothin but a star
I looked at her like this aint nothin but a car
if you ride with them you aint 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 mouth's
Them talking both lips, what you know bout boat trips?
Drop her ass at the chocolate factory
Yeah, we did them 12 play's
And you know who you is girl
We been fucking since the 12th grade, goddamn

This is my story
Yeah, Im from that Trap-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 Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it

Pull up to the club at about 3
Im killing it, guilty no plea
Im leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 O'Clock, we on round three
I speak of rain, they say Im crazy like they didnt know
See Im not crazy but my talent, man, got bipolar
Say shes a church girl but man shes 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?'
They only thing he had to say was, 'motherfuck the world!


This is my story
Yeah, Im from that Trap-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 Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it
And Im sticking to it, and I'm sticking to it