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Origineel

[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 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 [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!

Vertaling

[Refrein: 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 en drugs, gin en drugs Gin en drugs, we hebben gin en drugs Gin en drugs, gin en drugs Gin en drugs, we got gin en drugs We got [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Only on Gin and them drugs, I walked in, in the club Ongeveer drie van hen, dawg ik ben niet kiddin ‘ When I tell you if you came with your bitch Then it’s the end of my car, push-start the engine Laten we bij het begin beginnen With a young nigga from the ‘Burgh Wiet roken, geld verdienen, wat je ook gehoord hebt. Know they hate ‘cause I’m flyer than I ever been High van een medicijn Bitch bad, her ass fat, I’ll probably let her in Ik speel zo hard dat ik een letterman nodig heb Ken een paar nikkers die beter zijn dan ik Kut, ik maak me niet druk of het geld, want ik krijg het. Taylor Gang aan de top, onthoud gewoon dat ik het gezegd heb Fuck this nigga bitch, grab my shit, then I jetted [Refrein: 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 en drugs, gin en drugs Gin en drugs, we hebben gin en drugs Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin en drugs, we got gin en drugs We got! [Verse 2: Problem] Baby het is neuken dag, wie wil bang? Ook al had ik wat, net voor ik kwam It’s lit though! Girl you ain’t fuckin’ what you here for? Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready Wiz bracht nog een pot mee. Gin en drugs gaven me het gevoel alsof een auto hem raakte ‘Rond 6 uur ’s morgens toen ik mijn DM raakte Ik had geen condoom, dus ze moet deze huid voelen. Money stacks stack high, bruh this don’t bend Wat is er met je vriend? 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 en drugs, we hebben gin en drugs Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin en drugs, we got gin en drugs We got!