Over Here

We getting money over here, what it do pimpin' See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't tipping Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here I'm in a new SS and the tag still on it And the pussy niggaz hating 'cause all the hoes on it She ask me why I looked so mean I said, "The Benz just boosted up to my self-esteem" Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what I think Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink when I drink Nigga think I ain't, no need to brag Man these hoes love Jeezy, they just like my swag The way I do my thang I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain We getting money over here, what it do pimpin' See ya boys looking but y'all [Incomprehensible]ain't tipping Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here Now if you feeling like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off You trapping lil' daddy gon' get them boulders off And I'ma teach you how to stunt As soon as my niggaz roll up these blunts She said, "She like my domineer" Between me and you I think she's digging my Beemer Love the way a lil' nigga spit so slick Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it Yeah, put it on me girl Matter of fact tell ya friends put it on me girl Gangsta shit we got dro in the air Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere We getting money over here, what it do pimpin' See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't tipping Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here I gotta a stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers A house full of bloods and a click full of killers I'm heavy on the streets with a rep long as old Nash I hit a hater wit a heat from a cold gat We posted up on a black like a street light Watching the money move making sure I eat right Dollar for dollar and dime for dime We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for grind We got them nines in them halfs Even them old things grinding on them hash Folding for doe mane and we all in the dope game, buying and selling You haters buying and telling, but what is my niggaz yelling We getting money over here, what it do pimpin' See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't tipping Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here SONGWRITERS JENKINS, JAY / STEWART, DEMETRIUS / FREEMAN, BERNARD