Gin and Drugs (feat. Problem) (Explicit) - Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)/Problem

Oh oh

Oh oh

Ei oh

Oh

Up in this b**ch and we all faded

F**k 'bout a b**ch 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

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 b**ch

Then it's the end of my car push start the engine

Let's start from the beginning

With a young n**ga from the 'burgh

Smokin' w**d gettin' money f**k what you heard

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

High off a medicine

B**ch bad her a** fat I'll probably let her in

Ball so f**kin' hard I need a letterman

Know a couple n**gas that I'm better than

P**sy I don't sweat it or the money 'cause I get it

Taylor Gang on top just remember that I said it

F**k this n**ga b**ch grab my sh*t then I jetted

Up in this b**ch and we all faded

F**k 'bout a b**ch 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 f**k day who wanna bang bang

Even though I had some right 'fore I came

It's lit though

Girl you ain't f**kin' 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 am 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

Light him in

Married to the money let the rice hit him

Why up in this b**ch and we all faded

F**k 'bout a b**ch 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