My Story ft. Wavvy Bae Lyrics

Ooh, C.Y.N. play it crazy One, you made this

Ayy, Vizzo, stay the fuck out the kitchen

I live, can't account for how much I give Are you ready to hear my story, story

Are you ready to hear my story, story

Are you ready to hear my story

You wouldn't believe me if I told you all the things I do

Would you believe me if I showed you all the money I blew

Got tired of fucking up the money, blowing that shit on shoes

But I still blow the twenties and stack up the blues

This my story, this my life, I gotta keep it real

May 27, the day I crashed, I almost got killed

By the grace of God, I'm thankful that I'm still here

Cause I could've been there or in a wheelchair

It's a lot of places I wanna see, a lot of places I've never been

A lot of shit that I did, if I could, I'd do it again

Fuck the hoes, then take a trip, punch the phone

Then clear the shit, then hit the jewelry for a new kid

I live, can't account for how much I give

Are you ready to hear my story, story

Are you ready to hear my story, story

Are you ready to hear my story

Back then, I ain't have it, now I got it, so I'm living

Fuck a bank account, I'm tryna stack it to the ceiling

I'm tryna make money while I'm sitting back chilling

Until then, I'ma sit back, play my position

My story bout to unfold, the greatest shit untold

I'm focused on this money, don't give a fuck about no hoes

I've been gone for so long, now a nigga back

I was chilling for a minute, now it's time to show these racks up

I live, can't account for how much I give

Are you ready to hear my story, story

Are you ready to hear my story, story

Are you ready to hear my story