Crooked Jades Follow

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 fact
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'
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? Who?
Who's your uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you? Who?
Who's your uncle?

I shot dice with the Devil on many occasions
Drank shots with God in an old gas station
A couple accountants, that count my statements
Crib's 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? Who?
Who's your uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you? Who?
Who's your uncle?

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

I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run