Mike D - Cut It Up Lyrics

Where the cash that you came with
Money is the; money is the
Money is the language

I ain't playin' bout this business
Ridin' round in the blacked out Bentley
Got the windows tinted
Got the chrome pointed at the window
Might catch a case; case they look up in it
So we keep the steel pointed at the windows
Go head and cut it up

I'm gonna cut it up
Countin' this money up
Gettin' this number up
Racks keep goin' up
Stacks keep goin' up
Feel like the cap keep blowin' up

Lames tryna lane switch
Where's the cash that you came with
Where's the bitches you came with
We gon' go head and take 'em from ya

You know you can't hang with us cause we don't f*ck with ya
Nah we don't f*ck with ya nah we don't f*ck with ya
I'm gonna get head and cut it up

Smoke this strain again straight to the cranium
Feel like I'm in outer space
I feel like I'm an alien
Just took a fat dab lung locked up; can't breathe
Smokin' on so much weed I should have lung disease

And I ain't playin' in this business
Ridin' round in the blacked out Bentley
With the windows tinted
Got the chrome pointed at the window; Case they look up in it
Might catch a case if they look up in it
If they look up in it, they ain't lookin' again cause they dead bitch
So go 'head and back up unless you brought backup
I'm gonna cut it up

Imma go head and cut it up
Go 'head and cut it up
Go 'head and f*ck it up

Lames tryna lane switch
The money is the language (the language)
No we don't understand you (we don't understand ya)
We don't understand you
Go 'head and cut it up

I'm gonna cut it up
Gettin' my money up
Puttin' my mother up
Puttin' my brothers
Gettin' my homies up
Gettin' my cousins up
I'm gon' cut it up

I'm gon' cut it up
I'm gonna dust you up
I'm gonna bust you up
Hoe mother-
Oh shit another flow switch
Big Farda motherf*cka dropping hot shit

And these lames tryna lane switch
Must've forgot who the hell you done came with
It wasn't me
Nah it wasn't me
Couldn't be me I wouldn't hang with you
I don't f*ck with you
You ain't got the jewels
All I got is diamonds on I'm shinin'

I'm gonna cut it up
I'm gonna
I'm gonna
I'm gonna cut it up
I'm gonna cut it up
I'm gonna cut it up

I ain't playin' with this business
Ridin' round in the blacked out Benzes
Got the windows tinted
Got the pistol pointed at the window
Hope the cops don't look up in it
'Cause me might have to end 'em

Cut it up
Cut it up
Cut it up
Cut it up
Go head and cut it up