Ca$hed Out

Lyrics

[Chorus] I open the door, [?] like Martin I'm a money counting fool, they didn't teach me that in school Yeah, I learned that in the streets, that's my real life on them beats [?] with that Gucci bag, gon' [?] cash out [?] my main man, ump back in and smash out 5 racks [?] cashed out Cashed out Cashed out [Verse 1] Cash rules everything around me, bumping Wu-Tang I kick it tough in the hood, call me Lu Kang I kick it tough with Mary Jane, I never knew Caine Blue diamonds on me, riding in that blue thing We headed to the blue flame A rack for the handgun, this that new thing A half a rack average for my tenis shoe game The same for the belt, but it's all loose change [?] designer [?] game We blowing southern Cali from the home of [?] I remember the teachers told us just say no to drugs It's all good, but fuck that, if you got a plug [Chorus] I open the door, [?] like Martin I'm a money counting fool, they didn't teach me that in school Yeah, I learned that in the streets, that's my real life on them beats [?] with that Gucci bag, gon' [?] cash out [?] my main man, ump back in and smash out 5 racks [?] cashed out Cashed out Cashed out [Verse 2] An ignent ass [?] ignent ass [?] I took mine, and spent it on an even bigger [?] Stupid [?] Dolph, where you get them from? Dope man, grown man flavor, but he still Young In the club with ten bands, man, I post up [?] My sister say I smoke too much, that shit's killing my lungs [?] like I just hit the casino Stupid fresh [?] got that from my cousin [?] [?] go hard, got that shit from [?] Young made nigga, that's why I got the big head [?] get to stepping, just like Martin Me and baby brother [?] out of [?] [Chorus] I open the door, [?] like Martin I'm a money counting fool, they didn't teach me that in school Yeah, I learned that in the streets, that's my real life on them beats [?] with that Gucci bag, gon' [?] cash out [?] my main man, ump back in and smash out 5 racks [?] cashed out Cashed out Cashed out [Verse 3] All my weapons leathel, I stay higher than The Egles My money spot doing numbers like The Beatles You niggas talking trap, but we still don't believe you Look up my bitch skirt, nigga, straight see through Bad bitch under my arm, extra ignent in my blunt I stand still, [?] so I call that Forest Gump My money [?] so I don't see you lil chumps [?] from Memphis, [?] Squeeky killing [?] [?] got me that stupid stash house [?] in my lap, when I open garage and back out [?] used to see lil brother, now the school swagged out [?] Louis bags for my sisters, cash out [Chorus] I open the door, [?] like Martin I'm a money counting fool, they didn't teach me that in school Yeah, I learned that in the streets, that's my real life on them beats [?] with that Gucci bag, gon' [?] cash out [?] my main man, ump back in and smash out 5 racks [?] cashed out Cashed out Cashed out