[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 n***a, 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 n***as talking trap, but we still don't believe you
Look up my bitch skirt, n***a, 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