Who's Your Uncle?

Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh

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 platinum 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 accommodations

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'

I'm the illest mother–er on the block, no question

I ain't destined, I don't – with fate

Self-made millionaire while you're bustin' plates

You see, I've already done everything you wanna do

So what makes you think I give a – about you?

Detroit to Texas

Texas to LA

Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh (who's your uncle?)

Brooklyn to the bayou

Across the southern plains

Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh (who's your uncle?)

I shot dice with the devil on many occasions

Drank sh– 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 b–

And now I get all that and big loot to appear

I couldn't steer, so I got me a chauffeur

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 Benz-y

Fendi shades and t– maids

I don't worry about clothes 'cause they're custom-made

I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years

You smoked E4, and then drank 3.2 be–

I've already done everything you wanna do

So what makes you think I give a – about you?

Detroit to Texas

Texas to LA

Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh (who's your uncle?)

Brooklyn to the bayou

Across the southern plains

Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh (who's your uncle?)