Over Here Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[E][Am]
[A][Am]

[Verse 1]
[Am]We g[E]etting money[Am] 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
An[E]d don't

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
I'm in a [Am]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- [E]esteem"

[Verse 4]
Nigga I'm [E]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 [Am]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 [E]young ghetto
nigga wit a big ass chain

[Verse 5]
We getting [Am]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 [E]don't

[Verse 6]
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

[Verse 7]
Now if you [Am]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 [F]these [Am]blunts[E]

[Verse 8]
She said, "She [E]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
[C]dick [E]that's it

[Verse 9]
[Am]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

[Verse 10]
We getting [Am]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

[Verse 11]
And don't [E]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

[Verse 12]
I gotta [Am]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 [E]gat

[Verse 13]
We posted up on a [E]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

[Verse 14]
We got them [Am]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 [E]my niggaz yelling

[Verse 15]
We getting [Am]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 [E]don't

[Verse 16]
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