Gin and Drugs - Wiz Khalifa, Problem

Up in this bitch and we all faded

Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don’t save her

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

We got

Only on Gin and them drugs, I walked in, in the club

About three of them, dawg I’m not kiddin'

When I tell you if you came with your bitch

Then it’s the end of my car, push-start the engine

Let’s start from the beginning

With a young nigga from the 'Burgh

Smokin' weed, gettin' money, fuck what you heard

Know they hate 'cause I’m flyer than I ever been

High off a medicine

Bitch bad, her ass fat, I’ll probably let her in

Ball so fuckin' hard I need a letterman

Know a couple niggas that I’m better than

Pussy, I don’t sweat it or the money 'cause I get it

Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it

Fuck this nigga bitch, grab my shit, then I jetted

Up in this bitch and we all faded

Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don’t save her

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

We got!

Baby it’s fuck day, who wanna bang?

Even though I had some, right 'fore I came

It’s lit though!

Girl you ain’t fuckin' what you here for?

Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready

Wiz brought another jar with him

Gin and drugs got me feelin' like a car hit him

'Round 6 a.

m once I hit my DM

Didn’t have a rubber so she got to feel this skin

Money stacks stack high, bruh this don’t bend

What’s up with your friend?

Biatch!

Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah

Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him

Married to the money, let the rice hit him

Up in this bitch and we all faded

Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don’t save her

Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing

It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Want more bounce, we got more ounces

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, gin and drugs

Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs

We got!