Wiz Khalifa – Gin and Drugs (feat. Problem) Lyrics

Gin and Drugs

Wiz Khalifa (feat. Problem)

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"Gin and Drugs." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Problem)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:17 pm

Album: Rolling Papers 2

Track No: 18

Uh, uh, uh
Aw, eh
Oh
Uh
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 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
We got gin 'n' drugs
Only on gin and them drugs
I walked into the club about ten
And then, dawg, I'm not kiddin' when I tell you
If you came with yo' bitch
Then this the end of my car
Push-start the end and let's start from the beginnin'
With a young **** from the the 'Burgh
Smokin' weed, gettin' money
Fuck what you heard
Know they hate, 'cause I'm flyer than I ever been
High offa medicine
If a bitch bad, her ass phat, I'll prolly let her in
Ball so fuckin' hard I need a letterman
Thaw a couple **** 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 **** bitch, grab my shit, then I jet it
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 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
We got gin 'n' 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 three zips rolled, all ready
We just brought another jar waiting
Gin 'n' drugs got me feelin' like a car hitting
'Round 6am once I hit my den
Didn't have a rubber, so she got to feel the skin
Money stacked, stacked high, bruh
This don't bend
What's up with yo' friend?
(Biatch!)
(Oh, yah, yah, yah)
Feelin' like Mitch when the light hit him
Married to the money, let the rice hit 'em
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 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
Gin 'n' drugs
We got gin 'n' drugs (We got!)

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, George Clinton, Gregory Jacobs, Jason Martin, Jimmy McCracklin, Larry Muggerud, Larry Troutman, Louis Freeze, Lowell Fulson, Osten Harvey, Reggie Noble, Roger Troutman, Senen Reyes, Walter Morrison & William Earl Collins.

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