Gin And Drugs Lyrics - Chevy Woods

[Chorus: 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 

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[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] 

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 

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[Chorus: 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! 

[Verse 2: Problem] 

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 

[Chorus: 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!