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 th