Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

We money over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys but y'all lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's wrong wit it
If your money gon' be the fuck on wit it

And don't worry 'bout the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing here
Don't worry 'bout how the we dancing over here

I'm in a new SS and the tag on it
And the pussy niggaz hating all the hoes on it
She ask me why I so mean
I said, "The Benz boosted up to my self-esteem"

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 I drink
Nigga I ain't, no need to brag
Man these love Jeezy, they just like my swag
The way I do my
I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass

We getting money over here, what it do
See ya boys but y'all [Incomprehensible]ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah some wrong wit it
If your money nigga be the fuck on wit it

And don't worry what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout the fuck we drankin' over here
worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the we dancing over here

Now if you feeling like a pimp dog gon' ya shoulders off
You lil' daddy gon' get them boulders off
And teach you how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz roll up these

She said, "She my domineer"
Between me and you I think she's my Beemer
Love the way a lil' nigga spit so
Plus she heard I gotta big that's it

Yeah, put it on me
Matter of fact tell ya put it on me girl
shit we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose

We getting over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys but y'all lame ain't tipping
up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' be the fuck on wit it

And don't worry 'bout the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we over here
Don't 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here

I gotta a stable full of hoes and a full of dealers
A house full of and a click full of killers
I'm heavy on the with a rep long as old Nash
I hit a hater wit a heat from a gat

We up on a black like a street light
Watching the money move making I eat right
Dollar for dollar and dime for
We out here hustle for hustle, nigga for grind

We got them nines in halfs
Even old things grinding on them hash
Folding for doe and we all in the dope game, buying and selling
You haters buying and telling, but is my niggaz yelling

We getting over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wit it
If your gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it

And worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we over here
Don't worry 'bout who the was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we over here