Uncle Ben - Rob $tone

Bake up when I wake up, get my cake up

And if I want your bitch then that’s a layup

Diamonds in my lemon, turn the face up

And nigga I’m a opportunist, I need paper

Thank you come again, don’t come again

Nigga, I finessed your mans out all his bands

Now that nigga mad, thought we was friends

Nigga ain’t gon' do a thing, you ain’t got hands

Bad bitches, only fuck with tens

Damn my Gucci denim cost 'bout ten

I been popping bottles with my friends

All these fucking models want my kids

Henny lemonade, that’s Uncle Ben

Bro, keep all that whole shit from within

Kickin in the door by where you live

If he owe me chips

Press up on his ass, I got a lesson for his ass

I put the tech up on the fence, yea nigga, got me fucked up

Checking on the bag they give me, ask her not to crash

I came directly for the cash, these people got me fucked up

Give me all the power

This all me, don’t need the powder to

Just my ring cost a few thousand

You’s don’t wanna see what’s coming

Used to be straight bumming

Now my wrist is fucking flooded and

My fucking dick is cumming on a slutty bitch from London

I get gas up in my blood and I’m gon' stack me up some hundreds

So just rack me up, my senses fucked up, you won’t even touch it

Yea, this one you won’t even touch it

Give me all the power

This all me, don’t need the powder to

Just my ring cost a few thousand

You’s don’t wanna see what’s coming

Used to be straight bumming

Now my wrist is fucking flooded and

My fucking dick is cumming on a slutty bitch from London

Yea, this one you won’t even touch it