Lyrics:
Honorable honorable
Honorable honorable C-Note
2 Chainz!
I ain't never been a minute man
Pour a deuce in a minute maid
Trap house filled with
that load
But I just learned I've got four days left to live, or maybe three if I end it quicker
Nah, cause I've got two last wishes in my hand. One is
like, oh
My nigga I'm a CEO, oh, oh, oh
Look we can talk about hits or talk about who I hit
Did a song with 2 Chainz but I was rockin' my shit
Yeah,
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
but you could ball out in a Rari
We don't sip on Bacardi
42 ZaZa never under 40
Like Pop said shoot like Robert Horry
Hit my shot so you know that she
There's an infestation in
My mind's imagination
I hope that they choke on smoke
'Cause I'm smokin' them out the basement
A real boss don't move for
There's an infestation in
My mind's imagination
I hope that they choke on smoke
'Cause I'm smokin' them out the basement
A real boss don't move for
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money I'mma need a money counter
So many acres, my neighbours stay in another county
Ted
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
Bitch tryna get me confused
Haters they want me to lose
Might just pull up in the Rari
Have bitches bitin' my jewels
In the city like Bruce Wayne
'Cause I'm startin' to notice a change
(Facts) i got too stuck in my ways
By stickin' to everything that I became
I'm out here runnin' it up (Run it up)
chances
Just to drink lean in them benzes
2 Chainz!
I want my trapback
I said that I want my trapback
I'm from the apartments, used to walk around
(2 Chainz)
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring, dogging these hoes, I need
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
to the money
The money getting to me
2 Chainz! Hot damb hoe, here we go again
The bag wei a gram, money all in my opinion
Yeah we getting rich
And we the shit
in love wit' a stripper, Quotin' the nigga T-Pain
Said I love dem' strippers, word to my nigga 2 Chainz
Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants
Ya
pound nigga
Oh shit nigga, what's good ho?
Your bitch givin' me head, countin' money though
2 chainz, three dames
Rollin' with my niggas cause we gang
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
dick
Princess cuts all in my wrist
Hundred rounds all in my hip
200 grand all in my whip
[Chorus]
Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call
after trends
I've been on my own path
Bitch I'm speeding in the rari
Like I'm racing with the flash
Dropping bands on shit I want
Don't give a fuck
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
(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,
Yeah yeah yeah
Isogashii
Isogashii raa raa
Whip the Rari and my bitch a Barbie yeah (Barbie)
We shop at Barney's eatin' calamari yeah (Yeah)
Crank up
baller like the Rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple
Roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming, "Cock-a doodle doo
" fuckers
Coke by
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