Kin6 X - Cash Up lyrics

(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 k**a, 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 k**as, 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.. k**a 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 Cla**ical, 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