Live from Shaolin - Jae Millz

Cash flow, everything around me cool

Get the money, dolla dolla bill, yo!

Ever since a youngen I was told to go get it Fuck anybody who ain’t with it Used to blame hayes for the heights on my homeboy’s Civic

On the West Side highway

I want the cream, no latte

These young shooters do what I say

I’m something like Ma Jackson

Team full of warriors, team full of storiers

That’s why your girl rode the bus for States

Like she on tour with us Now let me Switch my flow and bring it back on them

True flow I reveal, never react on them

Millz go to work like the shirt tucked in the slacks on 'em

Your men hicked my killers pressed relaxed on them

Big guns blow his chest through the back of 'em

I know you thinking why his team wasn’t in back of them

Back on my bag with these niggaz, send them to the pussies,

Send them pads on these niggaz

And let them know Millz ain’t nothing to fuck with

That ain’t no skill, motherfucker, that luck shit

Know a couple of Puerto ricans that would cut you

Put a gun in your faces

Ten times out of ten stitches with the cases

7.50 be my BBS, that’s the basis

Presidential face lift!

New condo in the Woods, hell is spacious

Three free hoes begging me to tape it Millz flow is so so death, you can’t escape it Colorado beats, like Toby, yeah, I rape it Now who wanna be my dinner?

I kill niggaz like that house in Virginia

And I ain’t even take off my coat yet

Haters get it, I ain’t even take my dick out their throat yet

Oh, rest in peace old dirty love

You ain’t gone but I know your spirit hurt me though

Fake niggaz playing games like they for sure

Well, I’mma play director and get your curtain closed

Sweat shop, grind with mine, I be working hoes

I’m on an ass like Valencia, call me Sergio

I’m a baracuda unbaracaded

Shout out to my Scarfaces incarcerated

Nigger had dreams like Tony did

Can’t blame him, he was raised spoiled, only kid

Never had joints, he felt leftout

So that stoop in the corner was his best route

Best way to provide the best way out

Nobody want him, let that … let him raided out

Lawyer fees, grew stash, money faded out

Now tell these Jokers what this play’s about!