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