Cash Erewhere - Mike WiLL Made It, Juicy J, Ace Hood

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

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

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 ??

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

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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!