[Intro - Juicy J]
We trippy mane!
It's your boy Juicy J with my homie Mike Will
Established in 1989 The mixtape n***as going down
Shut a f** up!
We stay trippy n***a
We stay high
We stay in the strip club
We stay spending motherf**ing money
You n***as know it.. shut the f** up
f**, f** f**... let's get ratchet
The d**, the cash
[Hook: Juicy J]
I got cash erewhere
n***a this a cash year
And im countin up a cash like a cashier
Cash got me ballin, n***a that's what cash do
Cash got these b**hes 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 f** if you rose
When we gettin' to the room, now they buckwild
To the hotel ??
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay, now whips crib j**elry gang, all cash
Yellow b**h, hella fit, pretty face, all a**
Rolley on the inner state, you just watching whole a**
I don't state the inner state, I'll be chasing brown bags
Rolex on me flooding make them b**hes going duffle bag
Nothing less than 20k and you can kiss my brown a**
Pause, no h*mo, 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 n***a don't be a dodo
With you paper lie, my super stray
Real n***a 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 n***a you already know
... n***a 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 ma**ive man, call me Dr. Chase
I'm with my Gucci b**h 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), f** a bed
Ain't no fool in the trap house number is
We move them thangs worn ??
Dont do a cruches for me b**h, that's a ??
I got cash erewhere!