Cash Erewhere

[Intro - Juicy J] We trippy mane! It's your boy Juicy J with my homie Mike Will Established in 1989 The mixtape niggas going down Shut a fuck up! We stay trippy nigga We stay high We stay in the strip club We stay spending motherfucking money You niggas know it.. shut the fuck up Fuck, fuck fuck... let's get ratchet The drugs, the cash [Hook: Juicy J] I got cash erewhere Nigga this a cash year And im countin up a cash like a cashier Cash got me ballin, nigga that's what cash do Cash got these bitches doin nuts like a cashews [Verse 1: Juicy J] Gettin cash overseas, and I'm still in California Talkin to the foes while im rollin' marijuana Boy u get money like me u do what ?? u wanna I pull up in the mansion and u pull up in a hunna Big bank rolling, no control Open dough, remote control Juicy J, I'm always blowing Million records, I don't sold Paper ain't paper no more, throw money all on this hoes Checkin the ?? suits, make it so fuck if you rose When we gettin' to the room, now they buckwild To the hotel ?? [Hook] [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Okay, now whips crib jewelry gang, all cash Yellow bitch, hella fit, pretty face, all ass Rolley on the inner state, you just watching whole ass I don't state the inner state, I'll be chasing brown bags Rolex on me flooding make them bitches going duffle bag Nothing less than 20k and you can kiss my brown ass Pause, no homo, get cheese, no photos But still i hit the scene and that's so low all on my photo Man i keep my 9 on me my nigga don't be a dodo With you paper lie, my super stray Real nigga drop a fortune in a realest state I'm talking money mula, like YMCMB doe It's we the best in YMCMB you know how that go And that's big money we blow, propably be out with your ho Telling no ?? to sun doe nigga you already know ... nigga you already know [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] ? cuz my money straight Got more rides than a fur I'm slangin for no kates I got anything you want just name a time and place I'm the massive man, call me Dr. Chase I'm with my Gucci bitch higher purp by cloud Try to rob me get that pistol to your eyebrows Boy your mama ain't gon miss ya they know that u gone By the time they find ya won't be nothing left on bones Sleep off in the kitchen (ho), fuck a bed Ain't no fool in the trap house number is We move them thangs worn ?? Dont do a cruches for me bitch, that's a ?? I got cash erewhere!