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 – Far From Coach

Far From Coach
(feat. Game & Stat Quo)

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa/Game]
And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach

[Verse 1: Game]
Smokin’ that Buddah fillin’
Blowin’ that Kudda illin’
I’m runnin’ through the millions
I’m sittin’ roofless chillin’
Cooler than a polar bear
They flockin’ cause they know it’s there
Money game, money straight
Like Joakim Noah hair
That’s no bullshit, game time
Make you niggas change minds
Forfeit, or consume a full clip
Nigga like me eatin’ small fish
With your bitch watchin’ Swordfish
Niggas can’t ignore this
You can’t afford this, extravagant shit
We Louie Gucci Birkin baggin’ this shit
Bag of the piff
Hot-boxin’ in the back of the six
With Jimi Hendrix on, immaculate shit
Long way from Compton
Where we used to bag it in shifts with mags and the clips
Hurricane, right back on the shit
Back on the block with a package of spliffs
From blowin’ cats, it’s the Wiz, what it is

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, you niggas want kush? We got ounces
Corgies we got pounds, clips we got rounds
Hundred thousand dollars when I skip through your town
Baller shit, don’t even want a piece, man, we want all of it
Thirty thousand on the piece where my collar sit
Went so hard in the middle, East don’t know what to call this shit
Now I’m buyin’ up all the champagne
Drinkin’ away all of my problems, bitch
Might sound crazy
But I just left the private plane, promoter paid 100k
And I ain’t even stay the whole day
Hit the crib, bought a pound and smoked the whole thing
That Givency Men’s collection, copped the whole thing
Not to mention all these diamonds in my gold ring
Made it to the top with nobody knowin’
Niggas say they safe, but nobody’s showin’
Man he beats this shit, but nobody flowin’
Old Versace shit, the newest Rick Owens
If I’m rollin’ it, you know that it’s potent
With the Game and we smokin’

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Stat Quo]
Hah, it’s self-explanatory how we get it
Roll the purp in a plane ticket
Stat hop to that money, but I don’t ribbit
Post playa ball, nice in the pivot, Jays on but I fuck with Pippin
Kays on when them niggas trippin’
Uh, pools of your partner blood, ya boy stay slippin’
Never tippin’, stay sippin’
Court side, Blake Griffin
Stay missin’, stackin’ fitted while you niggas stay bitchin’
Coka and Boca, the kush of them strokers
Grand daddy and oova, blow that smoke to Jehovah
Four-fifty my motor, use your bitch for my chauffeur
I encoded the cobra, mark priced the Rover
T-top in the Trans, hit the gas and it’s over
Bitch please, this is how we get them hoes the doja
I got shooters, I know growers from Vancouver
Plus I’m cooler than the cooler at your grandmomma’s picnic
Bitch you?
Somethin’ chill from Brazil, on the L
With Wiz and Game, my life is like Corona commercials
Family matters, Kevin Love at you Urkles
That’s them wolves, niggas
They here to reverse birth you
Murk you, lights out no curfew
Bitch ain’t stoppin’ ’till my unborn seed’s seed is rich
Or ’till Jesus sit right next to me and smoke ’till the seasons switch, my nigga

[Hook]


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