Lyrics of ' Shake & Bake ' by Rome Streetz

My nigga Xane's on the beat?

Aye
Only thing a nigga chasin' is a bankroll, other shit irrelevant (Money)
Need a fast car with the limo tint (Skrr)
Garage on some Jay Leno shit (Uh-huh)
A blind bitch could see the God in me
Needed all the cheese, I ain't settlin' (Work)
Cocaine, had to sell a bit (Whoo)
Fuck the world, I ain't celibate (Ha)
Gram for gram, had to sell a brick
Naw, nigga, I ain't got no wholesale (Nah)
From the scale straight to your nose, my bread rolls
Always had hoes on my coattail (Yeah)
Was sellin' stones out the motel
Shit got hot, had to switch the lane (Yeah)
We in a different game
Now I take first-class flights on foreign planes (Uh-huh)
Fendi to the floor
But I wore a orange jail jump suit before (I did)
Green too, now it's New Couture
Thousand-dollar shoes, steppin' through New York (Uh-huh)
I'm like Jimmy Jump with the truck jewels
Leather bomber on, pocket full of cash (Money)
Livin' fast, flexin', got a big bag off the gift of gab (Haha)
Now we activated
Watch me pose, the pretty hoes infatuated (Yeah)
This the life I chose, congratulate it (Yeah)
We never ever goin' back to basic (Never!)
The AMG a black-on-black spaceship
Got it all off of the pavement (Yeah)
Now I'm paid, bitch, your favorite
The one who got all of the flavors
No favors (Nah), I need all of mine
All the time, not takin' nothin' less (No)
My whole life been a conquest
God bless you niggas, no contest (You niggas trash!)
Went from playin' cards with the cons
Now the don's in Milan, that's a calm flex
Got the world in my palm (Skrr)
Gettin' what I want really ain't a long stretch, nigga

Do or die, I had to make a play
Daydreamin' 'bout a 1008
Took a couple grams, did a shake and bake
Out the mud, I had to elevate
Where it's no love, just hella hate
Praise God till the paper straight
Foreign car with the paper plate
How I did it? Let me demonstrate
Do or die, I had to make a play
Daydreamin' 'bout a 1008
Took a couple grams, did a shake and bake
Out the mud, I had to elevate
Where it's no love, just hella hate
Praise God till the cheddar straight
Foreign car with the paper plate
How I did it? Let me demonstrate

Went from pullin' all-nighters in the spot, juggin'
Now we lit on the big stage (Yeah)
Went from grams, now it cost fifty grand to sign my name on a page (Sockets in my pocket)
Booked and paid, still stuck in my crooked ways (Uh-huh)
Fuck you, pay me, like a hooker say (Uh-huh)
They hide the knowledge in a book, stupid niggas look away (Stupid)
I took a page to get some understandin'
Livin' underhanded in a slum of bandits (Uh-huh)
Kept a 44 on some Son of Sam shit (Bow! Bow!)
Tryna come up on a sandwich
Drug to scam is the language (Uh-huh)
You either paid or broke, stuck in anguish (Uh-huh)
I need a Porsche or a Aston Vanquish (Skrr)
I had a dark past, now I'm famous (Uh-huh)
My best friends died, went to jail
I seen niggas fail livin' dangerous (Damn)
Livin' day-to-day, dope and yay the way I made a way
I still wouldn't change shit (Nah)
Went from hand-to-hands
Now I'm in Amsterdam, in the cafe, smokin' hazes (Gas)
On the cash, chase all praises
To the Most High, look at all that he gave us (Uh-huh)
Better save up, have a stash
Ds at my door, I couldn't flush it fast (I couldn't)
Came up, then I fell
Now we on the road to gold, no brakes, all gas (Uh-huh)
Fuck niggas get no pass (Never!)
Straight drop, nigga, all glass (Work)
That's why my cuddies all call back
I caught a case, I had to fall back
Like

Do or die, I had to make a play
Daydreamin' 'bout a 1008
Took a couple grams, did a shake and bake
Out the mud, I had to elevate
Where it's no love, just hella hate
Praise God till the paper straight
Foreign car with the paper plate
How I did it? Let me demonstrate
Do or die, I had to make a play
Daydreamin' 'bout a 1008
Took a couple grams, did a shake and bake
Out the mud, I had to elevate
Where it's no love, just hella hate
Praise God till the cheddar straight
Foreign car with the paper plate
How I did it? Let me demonstrate

You not listenin', that's what it is