Problem - Gin and Drugs lyrics

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Up in this b**h and we all faded f** bout a b**h, no we don't save her Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing It's money over ho's, no I'm no stranger One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One 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 1: Wiz Khalifa] Only on Gin and them d** 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**h Then it's the end of my car Push-start the engine, let's start from the beginning With a young n***a from the 'Burgh Smoking weed, getting money, f** what you heard Know they hate cause I'm flyer than I ever been High off a medicine b**h bad, her a** fat, I'll probably let her in Ball so f**in' hard I need a letterman Know a couple n***as that I'm better than p**y I don't sweat it or the money cause I get it Taylor Gang on top just remember that I said it f** this n***a b**h, grab my sh**, then I jetted [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Up in this b**h and we all faded f** bout a b**h, no we don't save her Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing It's money over ho's, no I'm no stranger

One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One 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 f** day, who wanna bang? Even though I had some, right 'fore I came It's lit though! Girl you ain't f**in' 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 dick 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? b*atch! Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him Married to the money, let the rice hit him [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Up in this b**h and we all faded f** bout a b**h, no we don't save her Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing It's money over ho's, no I'm no stranger One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One 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!