WIZ KHALIFA – Work Hard, Play Hard

Work Hard, Play Hard

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my ring nigga
Gold watches, gold chain nigga
Hundred thou’ on champagne nigga
Yeah my money insane nigga
Yeah I’m making it rain nigga
But I was just on the plane nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, it’s my time of year
If I’m in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I’m always rolling up so I get love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don’t want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I’m onto that
You see it in my closet before it’s on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I’m goin’ back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it’s hard to think
Buy so many bottles it’s gon’ be hard to drink
But I’m still pourin’ up and my family here and they rolling up so uh!

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car
Bitch I’m out this world, girl you know I’m a star
Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar
Last year they had to ask now they know who we are
Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I’m on the phone with
Yeah nigga talking about grown shit
Niggas too busy jacking my swag
Need to fuck around, get your own shit
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own bitch
You ain’t reppin’ my gang, get your own clique

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

[Verse 3]
Go hard
Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that’s your job
And niggas gon’ hate but that’s no prob’
So hey fuck ’em don’t need nothing from ’em
Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don’t mean nothing
It’s straight from Cali, that’s what’s in my joint that’s what I’m puffin’, OG
And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don’t see

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard


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WIZ KHALIFA – The Code

The Code
(feat. Juicy J, Lola Monroe & Chevy Woods)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Cash in the bag twirlin up hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed on repeat up all night
Cash always leak got hoes all tight
Live and you burn, grind and you earn
Bitch I’m on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin’ up money flippin’ it too
Y’all ain’t heard me but the benjamin’s do
I’m bouncin’ through the club like tigger
I’m a hit the dope, I’m a hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong I’m a hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I’m a hit her

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Reppin’ Tgod
All these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin’ with me
Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Reppin’ Tgod
All these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin’ with me
Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Lil’ Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor Taylor

[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
Bitch I’m taylored ain’t na ho cut from the same cloth
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain’t safe and I’m comin’ for the spot
Snatchin’ all wigs bitch I’m coming for the top
Put a run up on trip how I run up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don’t see nothin’ but the gwap

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
All my money I’m a get it soon as I get it I’m a spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin’ that marijuana in it
Takin’ the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin’ it smokin’ it all to me ain’t no savin’ it
Fuck with them pods plus seeds so no shakin’ it

[Verse 4: Chevy Woods]
Uh, fuck these niggas they ain’t really bout that
Look I know what these niggas these niggas all rap
What they know about nights that they never come back
But he two shot now shells all in the mac
On the top will never see none of that fall back
7-11 homie don’t get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam you know I rep that
And we gettin’ bake on anywhere the bread at

[Hook 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
That’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Lil’ Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor


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