Juicy J, Mike Will Made-It, Ace Hood - Cash Erewhere lyrics

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? suit's
Make it so fuck if you rose
When we gettin' to the room
Now they buckwild to the hotel?

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

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

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

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?
Don't do a cruches for me bitch, that's a?
I got cash erewhere!