We Made It lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro]
CashMoneyAP

[Chorus]
I said b*tch I'm gon' get money and that’s with or without you (With or without you)
Youngin doing your thing, you coming up, they gon' doubt you
That’s why I pull up in this foreign just to stunt on these haters (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I pull them racks out just to show that we made it
I say f*ck these other n*ggas, ask your b*tch, I’m her favorite (I’m her favorite)
Catch me in the club, they bring bottles to the tables
And I ain’t f*ckin' with these n*ggas, man them n*ggas some haters
We pull up in them coupes just to show that we made it (Huh)
Yeah we made it

[Verse 1]
They know I’m the truth (Truth), pole in the coupe (Coupe)
Run up on me, then you know I'ma shoot (Baow)
And I spit crack when I go in the booth (Crack)
50 shot MAC, I’ll blow it at you
'Bout to go insane, watch n*ggas switch up when you get famous
When you get a little money, watch sh*t changes
And I walk around my city like a big stain
20k for this big chain (Big chain)
30 thousand dollar wrist game (30 thousand dollar wrist)
Work hard and this sh*t came (Work hard and this sh*t)
Smack a b*tch like Rick James
n*ggas hatin', tell 'em do somethin' (Do somethin')
I bet they won’t do nothin' (Do nothin')
Going hard since 2 somethin' (Ha, ha)
Any n*gga round me gon shoot somethin'
[Chorus]
I said b*tch I'm gon' get money and that’s with or without you (With or without you)
Youngin doing your thing, you coming up, they gon' doubt you
That’s why I pull up in this foreign just to stunt on these haters (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I pull them racks out just to show that we made it
I say f*ck these other n*ggas, ask your b*tch, I’m her favorite (I’m her favorite)
Catch me in the club, they bring bottles to the tables
And I ain’t f*ckin' with these n*ggas, man them n*ggas some haters
We pull up in them coupes just to show that we made it
Yeah we made it

[Verse 2]
See I spit that crack, n*ggas on that hype sh*t
'Cause they ain’t never ever heard sh*t like this (Nah)
Say f*ck a gun law, I'ma carry my sh*t (f*ck)
I be judged by 12, you be carried by 6
Do it by myself, 'cause a n*gga might snitch (Snitch)
Never leave a witness 'cause the sh*t might stink
n*gga I’m just tryna ball, wanna see a n*gga fall
n*gga telling on they dogs like a n*gga Mike Vick (Yeah)
They see I’m gettin' cake (Gettin' cake), got guns on our waist (Guns on our waist)
We see an opp in here (We see an op in here), then we shootin' up the place (Baow, baow)
And we ridin' with the K (Skrrt), in a high speed chase (Skrrt)
Man if sh*t get real, then we shootin' at the jakes, hahaha

[Chorus]
I said b*tch I'm gon' get money and that’s with or without you (With or without you)
Youngin doing your thing, you coming up, they gon' doubt you
That’s why I pull up in this foreign just to stunt on these haters (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I pull them racks out just to show that we made it
I say f*ck these other n*ggas, ask your b*tch, I’m her favorite (I’m her favorite)
Catch me in the club, they bring bottles to the tables
And I ain’t f*ckin' with these n*ggas, man them n*ggas some haters
We pull up in them coupes just to show that we made it
Yeah we made it
[Outro]
We made it, yeah, we made it
We made it, we made it
We made it
n*gga we made it
b*tch we made it
We made it
Yeah we made it
We made it
Gone
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