I laid with Joy and rocked rhymes with Run

A couple mill in the bank and I ain't even done

I got platinum plaques, I write platinum tracks

I got it all from raps and that's the platium facts ...uhh

All that and there ain't nothing I fear yet

Sippin' champagne up in company leer jets

5 star meals, Caribbean vacations

Everything's plush deluxe accommodations

Nationwide the stations vibe

To the car who covers tracks like the lace on thighs

My ace is high there ain'st gonna be no guessin'

And I'm the illest fucker on the bloack no question

I ain't destined I don't fuck with fate

Self made millionaire while your bussin' plates

You see I've already done everyting you wanna do

So wht makes you think I give a fuck about you

CHORUS

Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA

Who brings it to you, who ooh ooh ooh,

Who's your Uncle?

Brooklyn to the bayou, across the southern plains

Who brings it to you, who ooh ooh ooh,

Who's your Uncle?

I shot dice with the devil on many occasion

Drank shots with God in an old gas station

A couple accountants that count my statements

Cribs all paid for, no car payments

Rocked in basements for gas and beer

And now I get all that and big loot to appear

I couldn't steer so I got a chauffeur

Hired a chef cuz i was tired of Stouffers

I got over and people showed envy

Cuz I couldn't choose between a Lincoln and a Benzy

Fendi shades and topless maids

I don't worrry about clothes cuz their custom made

I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years

Your smokin' OP's drinkin' 3 2 beers

I've already done everything you wanna do

So what makes you think I give a fuck about you

REPEAT CHORUS