uncle ben

Singer:rob stone

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

Lyric Context: uncle ben - rob stone