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Wiz Khalifa - Work Hard Play Hard (new 2012)

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Произведение: Work Hard Play Hard (new 2012)

Артист: Wiz Khalifa

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[Hook]
Work hard, play hard (x4)
Work (x8)

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my brain, nigga
Gold watches, gold chain, nigga
Hundred thou’ on champagne, nigga
Yeah, my money insane, nigga
Yeah, I’m making it rain, nigga
When I was just on a plane, nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, its my time of year
If I’m in the club I get a hundred stacks
I’m always rollin’ up so I could laugh at that
Them other niggas stole my swag but I don’t want it back
My nigga, uh, I was on this but I’m onto that
You see it in the closet before it’s on the rack
Was at the ? Hawaii now I’m going 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
Find so many bottles it’s gon be hard to drink
But I’m still pouring up and my family here
And they rolling up so, ugh

[Chorus x2]
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cause my money long
The quicker you’re here
The faster you go
That’s why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

[Hook]
Work hard, play hard (x4)
Work (x8)

[Verse 2]
Hopped 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
‘Bout shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I’m on the phone with
Damn nigga, talkin’ bout grown shit
Nigga, too busy jackin’ my swag
Need to fuck around, get ya own shit
Get ya own cars, get ya own clothes
Get ya own smoke, get ya own bitch
Yeah, you aint reppin’ my gang, get ya own clique

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
Go hard, make sure you do whatever it is that you gotta do
Thats your job
And niggas gonna hate but thats 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
Thats whats in my joint
Thats what I’m puffin’
OG and been one since I was young enough that know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don’t see

[Chorus] + [Hook]