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mike will made-it - cash erewhere lyrics

[intro – juicy j]
we trippy mane!
it’s your boy juicy j with my homie mike will
established in 1989 the mixtape n-ggas going down
shut a f-ck up!
we stay trippy n-gga
we stay high
we stay in the strip club
we stay spending motherf-cking money
you n-ggas know it.. shut the f-ck up
f-ck, f-ck f-ck… let’s get ratchet
the drugs, the cash

[hook: juicy j]
i got cash erewhere
n-gga this a cash year
and im countin up a cash like a cashier
cash got me ballin, n-gga that’s what cash do
cash got these b-tches 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-ck 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 b-tch, h-lla fit, pretty face, all -ss
rolley on the inner state, you just watching whole -ss
i don’t state the inner state, i’ll be chasing brown bags
rolex on me flooding make them b-tches going duffle bag
nothing less than 20k and you can kiss my brown -ss
pause, no h0m-, 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-gga don’t be a dodo
with you paper lie, my super stray
real n-gga 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-gga you already know
… n-gga 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 m-ssive man, call me dr. chase
i’m with my gucci b-tch 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-ck a bed
ain’t no fool in the trap house number is
we move them thangs worn ??
dont do a cruches for me b-tch, that’s a ??
i got cash erewhere!

- mike will made it lyrics

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