Phat $tax

[INTRO] Yeah— Run it up, run it up, run it up— STAX. [HOOK] I need stax, stax, stax, I ain’t never lookin’ back— If the money in the room, then I’m breakin’ through the latch. I got blood on my shoes, I got steel in the bag— If you stand between the paper, then you bound to get dragged. [VERSE 1] Black truck, masked up, kickin’ in the doorframe. Whole block know me as the prophet of the propane. Cash talk loud, make a coward catch a nosebleed— I don’t chase dreams, I chase bags till they OD. Chrome on my hip like a barcode scanner— Everything a product, I’m the underground planner. If the price right, I’ll turn a ghost to a banner— Money make a saint flip quick to a slammer. [HOOK] I need stax, stax, stax, I ain’t never lookin’ back— If the money in the room, then I’m breakin’ through the latch. I got blood on my shoes, I got steel in the bag— If you stand between the paper, then you bound to get dragged. [VERSE 2] I don’t got friends, I got business partners. I don’t got ops, I got future martyrs. Every move cutthroat, every step get darker— I’m the wolf in the smoke, I’m the deal‑maker’s father. Cash flow violent, pockets on riot. If the money talk slick, then I’m ready to buy it. If the world want peace, then I’m here to deny it— Cuz the hunger in my chest too loud to stay quiet. [OUTRO] STAX in the safe, STAX in the floor— If it ain’t about the money, what you talkin’ to me for. STAX. ``