(laugh) its da X man!
Expected by all, competed by none
I release to all my fans, haters, whatever.. Cash Up
Lets bust it come on... (laugh)
(Chorus)
Cash up
Betchu can't cash up
Cash up
U can not cash up to me
Cash on da table
Cash in da attic
Money-Flowin-Every-Day
(Verse 1)
Cash up to a killa, yea bills in da bank
So much money on my mind, dat i cant even think
I think im goin crazy, im almost on da brink
Money so dirty, I smell it, and it stinks
Looked at my chain and i found da missin link
Dropped it on da ground it da thing went clink
Against the others, but one went clack
Polished da problem, got ridda dat
Wallets as big, as joe is fat yea
Standin ovations, man im gettin hand claps
Cuz i shine on stage, even brighter in da back
The ladies go wild when i tilt da fitted cap
They stick to me like a bowl of tree sap
Gold diggas cant find me on da map
Spend money on myself, no time for dat
Read my name back, it starts wit a K
Just begun rappin, so i cant afford da jakes
When i hit the mic, its like the whole earth shakes
The deaf can now hear, and da stupid go blind
If ur fake, ur nothin, now get behind.. da king...
Its go time
(Chorus)
Cash up
Betchu can't cash up
Cash up
U can not cash up to me
Cash on da table
Cash in da attic
Money-Flowin-Every-Day
(Verse 2)
Listen to dat beat bump, a K-X original
Dont need a Dj, aint dat unbelievable?
I care not about bein fan pleasable
I rap only, to make my story hearable
Not on a podium, i choose to be lyrical
Spherical, da whole world goes around!
Can you cash up in carrollton? I run this town
Spend hours in da booth, dats proof of sound
Smoke a cuban, and then go another round
Wit da devil himself, make him look like a clown
True killas, is all dat i surround
Myself wit, for any night on da town
U will never hear, of da king gunned down
Less im on da west side, windows down, ridin round
For no reason, less im tryin ta bust a hound
Revenge, you can say im addicted
Turn on the X and you will get twised
C-No, i hope ur listenin
Dats a warnin to you and tyrone westin
Cuz Im makin money and u aint makin nothin.. killa
Da X
Chorus)
Cash up
Betchu can't cash up
Cash up
U can not cash up to me
Cash on da table
Cash in da attic
Money-Flowin-Every-Day
(Verse 3)
This song, was supposed to be a shiner
But i dont do dat, yea, keep it Fort Minor
Classical, call me an old timer
When i talk, its like ridin a freight liner
Take u back in time, an old country diner
Miners, await my arrival
Ive dined with my rival, stabbed em in da back
Keep ur enemies closer, plz stand back
G money, u wanna make a diss track?
I'll melt u on here, like i do wit my tac
You can call blackhand, and ill bring tank back
Or dopeboy magic, maybe even big pac
Turn off da lights, i love da pitch black
I cant see haters, its like my heads in a bag
But i hear em, so i throw shots like im mad
In all directions, till it clicks, then im sad
Dont need a trojan, i be usin glad bags
Only way ill die, is if i loose da blue rag
Im immortal, under protection of da C
My mics rite now, hittin 100 degrees.. (Boom Sound)
Cash up to me
Chorus)
Cash up
Betchu can't cash up
Cash up
U can not cash up to me
Cash on da table
Cash in da attic
Money-Flowin-Every-Day