Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

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

And don't worry 'bout the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry what 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 looked so
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 when I
Nigga I ain't, no need to brag
Man hoes 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 looking but y'all tipping
Hold up, a, it's some wrong wit it
If money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it

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

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

She said, "She my domineer"
Between me and you I think digging 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
Gangsta we got dro in the air
of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere

We getting money here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wit it
If your money nigga 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
worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry how the fuck we dancing over here

I gotta a stable full of hoes and a trap full of
A full of bloods and a click full of killers
I'm heavy on the streets a rep long as old Nash
I hit a hater wit a from a cold gat

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

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

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

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