Who bring´s it to you
Whoooooohhh

I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run
A couple mil in the bank and I ain´t even done
I got platinum plaques, I write platnum tracks
I got it all from raps and that´s the platinum face, Uh
All that and there ain´t nothing I fear yet
Sippin champagne up in company leer jets
Five star meals, Caribbean vacations
Everything´s plush deluxe accomodations
Nationwide, the stations vibe
To the cat who covers tracks like the lace on thighs
My ace is high, there ain´t gonna be no guessin
And I´m the illest mother fucker on the block 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 everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you

Detroit to Texas
Texas to LA
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Who´s your uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
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 me a chauffer
Hired a chef cause I was tired of stouffers
I got over and people showed envy
Cause I couldn´t choose between a Lincoln and a Benzy
Fendi shades and topless maids
I don´t worry about clothes cause thier custom made
I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years
Your smokin OP´s, drinkin three-two beer
I´ve already done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you
Detroit to Texas
Texas to LA
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Who´s your uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Who´s your uncle?

Detroit to Texas
Texas to LA
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Who´s your uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Who´s your uncle?