Junior Drummond - Over Here Lyrics

Yeah, I see you hatin' over there
Fake it 'til you make it bitch we famous over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your shorty jaded over there
She wanna f*ck a winner we the favorites over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' paper over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' faded over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We VIP over here
Real recognize real you need ID over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Laces never crossin' I don't crucify 'em
Collar city swagger that's why I suit and tie 'em
Just got this ounce of fire from the kush supplier
Hanging with the stars better cock it cuz I'm aimin' higher
Ball game, f*ck a hater they all lame
Blunt cruise in that tall range
Whippin' hard while I cross lanes
Red cup, I sip up, sit sideways like crossfades
Double checking my hitlist
Hit the jay while I cross names
I brought the weed she brought the dutches
On a jet we screamin' f*ck it tippin' strippers out in London
She said bands'll make her dance
I bought bands up in abundance
A hundred thousand large f*ck a wallet, I brought luggage
Bumpin' old school and my new shit
That old school is my new whip
I don't lose, game on
Better make room for them new kids
I'm juiced up, no Boku
Weed hit chest like Bruce kicks
Coughed up no bruised ribs
I'm too rich for your two cents

Yeah, I see you hatin' over there
Fake it 'til you make it bitch we famous over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your shorty jaded over there
She wanna f*ck a winner we the favorites over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' paper over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' faded over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We VIP over here
Real recognize real you need ID over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They like Junior how you livin'
Shit I'm out here gettin' it got my own brand on my linens
I'm livin' like a boss models slippin' me they digits
She want me beat the pussy up like Itchy from The Simpsons
All about my business
Scoopin' all these bitches
Raise the roof up on the midgets
Shoot hadukens at these critics
Never try to box me put a frame around my image
If you can get that picture see I'm livin' in that vision
In the Monte Carlo pimpin' on Hollywood and Vine
Them haters known for frontin' cuz they always go behind
I'm livin' like a don
Pussy paper on my mind
I ain't lyin'
I'm a lion
Your girl swallowing my pride
Hit that shit I'm flyin'
Paper plane dank shit
Paid for the next life
Money in the bank shit
Ya'll talk that lame shit
I dont speak that language
I'm married to the money and this music is my main bitch

Yeah, I see you hatin' over there
Fake it 'til you make it bitch we famous over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your shorty jaded over there
She wanna f*ck a winner we the favorites over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' paper over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' faded over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We VIP over here
Real recognize real you need ID over here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah