Wiz Khalifa – Work Hard, Play Hard Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa – Work Hard, Play Hard Lyrics
Work Hard, Play Hard
Wiz Khalifa
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    "Work Hard, Play Hard." - Wiz Khalifa

    Album: O.N.I.F.C. (Deluxe Version)
    Track No: 06
    Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard
    Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard
    Work, work, work, work
    Work, work, work, work, uh
    Diamonds all on my ring, ****
    Gold watches, gold chain, ****
    Hundred thou' on champagne, ****
    Yeah, my money insane, ****
    Yeah, I'm makin' it rain, ****
    But I was just on a plane, ****
    Buyin' gear, flyin' here
    Fuck what you heard, it's my time of year, uh
    If I'm in the club, I get a hundred stacks
    I'm alway's rollin' up, so I get love for that
    Them **** stole my swag
    But I don't want it back
    My ****, uh
    I was on this, but now I'm onto that
    You see it in my closet 'fore it's on the rack
    Was out there in Hawaii, now I'm goin' back
    My ****, 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 rollin' up so, uh
    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 (Uh)
    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
    Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard
    Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard
    Work, work, work, work
    Work, work, work, work, uh
    Hop your pretty ass up in this fuckin' car
    Bitch, I'm out this world, girl, you know I'm a star
    Used to buyin' 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 wit'
    Yeah, ****, talkin' about grown shit
    **** too busy jackin' 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
    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 (Uh)
    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
    Go hard
    Make sure you do whatever it is that you gotta do
    That's yo' job
    And **** gon' hate, but that's no prob'
    So hey, fuck 'em, don't need nothin' from 'em
    Some **** talkin', but the shit they claimin' don't mean nothin'
    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 **** don't see
    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 (Uh)
    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
    Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard
    Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard
    Uh

    Writer(s): Benjamin Levin, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Chad Butler, Jordan Houston, Michael Foster, Mikkel S. Eriksen & Tor Erik Hermansen.

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