Over Here Lyrics - Singles - Young Jeezy

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" 

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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 

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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