Over Here Lyrics – Wiz Khalifa

Read the full Over Here lyrics by Wiz Khalifa along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Wiz Khalifa’s music, you can also explore La Vida and Highway, two other songs by Wiz Khalifa.

[Chorus]
‘Bout mine
My n!gga, we getting money over here, yeah
Keep waiting for the day that we running out, but it ain’t going nowhere
Don’t worry
My n!gga, we getting money over here, yeah
When them n!ggas talk down, I can’t hear what they saying ’cause I’m in the air, yeah
(Oh) Yeah

[Verse]
Big money, pouring champagne, that’s what I’m talking ’bout
High ceilings in my crib, hemis in my parking lot
Bad b!tches rolling weed, no shirt, tatted sleeves
They don’t want no prob’, we deeper than the forty thieves
Huh? Now my b!tches speaking Portuguese
My new Louis too exclusive, had to order these
I take a show a month and spend it all on smoking weed
Take what you made this month, I spent that all on Polo tees
Though it may seem, it’s not a game, there’s no controlling me
I take a pound a week and put it where it’s supposed to be
Right in the paper ’cause that paper’s always close to me
Counting this paper, n!ggas hating on him locally
Huh? I’m in Jamaica somewhere smoking trees
Getting paper, now my favorite b!tches from Belize
Some of my n!ggas rap, some of them move them things
N!ggas doing too bad to worry

[Chorus]
‘Bout mine
My n!gga, we getting money over here, yeah
Keep waiting for the day that we running out, but it ain’t going nowhere
Don’t worry
My n!gga, we getting money over here, yeah
When them n!ggas talk down, I can’t hear what they saying ’cause I’m in the air, yeah
Yeah