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 – T.A.P.

T.A.P.
(feat. Juicy J)

[Hook x4:]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let’s take a plane

Nothin but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can’t get enough
Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up
So much shining, so much diamonds, all that there comes from so much grindin
So much weed up in my lungs, I’m in the air, I’m somewhere flyin
In your town I cop me a pound, show me one and I’ll roll one
All my niggas straight drug addicts cause it takes one for you to know one
Bake somethin and never hold none, young niggas with some old lungs
Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one
Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one
Got a couple of rollies dawg, but I’m usually rocking a gold one
Catching flight on them private planes, Ferrari doors I close ‘em
Don’t talk a mil, you ain’t sold one, don’t talk a pound, you ain’t smoked one

[Hook x4]

[Juicy J]
Smokin and sippin while watching hoes strippin
Poppin and rollin, I’m chieffin this potent
Dope by my side with the pistol and chopper
Got from my bitch and she get from her mama
Talking like this, I be walking like this
Sold a few hoes and I bought a new bitch
Taylor Gang niggas the number one chieffas
Smokin on [?] louder than speakers
Mix with the hash, dip in the lean blue dream, I’m a fucking fiend
Standing on Fairfax getting smoked out with them niggas from Supreme
Trippy sticks bong rips blunt, bitch I’m down to do whatever
She wanna pop a molly man, Juicy J gon’ fuckin let her
For a stronger strain I’m spending bands, this ain’t no reggie
When it’s ’bout this gettin’ high, ain’t nothin you can tell me
Xanax bars, beans and syrup, that’s my trippy kit
I’m like a pimp in the club working your bitch

[Hook x4]


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