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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
JasonMartin
JasonMartin
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
Gregory Jacobs
Gregory Jacobs
Songwriter
Jimmy McCracklin
Jimmy McCracklin
Songwriter
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Songwriter
Larry Troutman
Larry Troutman
Songwriter
Louis Freeze
Louis Freeze
Songwriter
Lowell Fulson
Lowell Fulson
Songwriter
Osten Harvey
Osten Harvey
Songwriter
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
Senen Reyes
Senen Reyes
Songwriter
Walter Morrison
Walter Morrison
Songwriter
William Earl Collins
William Earl Collins
Songwriter
Jason Martin
Jason Martin
Songwriter
Shirley Murdock
Shirley Murdock
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Easy Mo Bee
Easy Mo Bee
Producer

Lyrics

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!
Writer(s): Larry E. Muggerud, Gregory E. Jacobs, Louis M. Freeze, Jason L. Martin, Senen Reyes, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, George Clinton Jr., Osten S. Jr. Harvey, Reggie Noble, Lowell Fulsom, Larry Troutman, Jimmy Mccracklin, Roger Troutman, Walter Morrison, William Earl Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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