Work Hard, Play Hard (Original Mix) [feat. Kay] - Tiësto & Tate McRae

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 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 (Uh) 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! 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 (Uh) 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 (Uh) 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 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 (Uh) 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 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 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 (Uh) 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 (Work) Play hard (Work) Work hard (Work) Play hard (Work) Work hard (Work) Play hard (Work) Work hard (Work) Play hard (Uh)

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

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Was it a wasted couple months? Sneaking outta the window, spending nights in limbo Was it all there was for us? Midnight driving, running through highland Does it make me the criminal? That I let you go That I broke us and left I hate that I never know Why you're still so caught up in my head I know you wanted a promise I wasn't ready, can I be honest? Never knew what I had until I lost it And I got this rubber band on my wrist, on my wrist And I snap it every time that I think about your lips Got this rubber band on my wrist, on my wrist Almost break it every time when I'm tryin' to forget I know that I have never been good at this Love you in a second, next you know I'm checking out of moments I shouldn't miss Now I'm looking through the photos Wishing I was different And I got this rubber band on my wrist, on my wrist And I snap it every time that I think about your lips Got this rubber band on my wrist, on my wrist Almost break it every time when I'm tryin' to forget Tryin' to forget (tryin' to forget) Tryin' to forget (to forget, to forget, to forget) Tryin' to forget I know you wanted a promise I wasn't ready, can I be honest? Never knew what I had until I lost it And I got this rubber band on my wrist, on my wrist And I snap it every time that I think about your lips Got this rubber band on my wrist, on my wrist Almost break it every time when I'm tryin to forget Tryin' to forget (tryin' to forget) Tryin' to forget Tryin' to forget Hmm-hmm Tryin' to forget (tryna forget) Tryin' to forget (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) Tryin' to forget

Can't give you space 'Cause I'm scared you might run away Can't quit the chase 'Cause I fear you might hit the brakes, wait I'm sorry Nothing's makin' sense right now Keep talkin' When I'm nervous I can't slow down I'm sorry The truth is I'm freakin' out 'Cause everything, I love I lose And I don't wanna lose you too Every time I hold on It slips through my hands Every time I come on too strong I feel you pull back I gotta learn, gotta learn to let go Gotta learn, gotta learn Every time I hold on It slips through my hands I slip It slips through my hands Can't get a grip These emotions, they just won't fray Where do I fit In your life, in your everyday, hey I'm sorry Nothing's makin' sense right now Keep talkin' When I'm nervous I can't slow down I'm sorry The truth is I'm freakin' out 'Cause everything, I love I lose And I don't wanna lose you too Every time I hold on It slips through my hands Every time I come on too strong I feel you pull back I gotta learn, gotta learn to let go Gotta learn, gotta learn Every time I hold on It slips through my hands I slip back to old habits Calling you way too much Crazy, my antics Just need you way too much Back to old habits Every time I hold on It slips through my hands Every time I come on too strong I feel you pull back I gotta learn, gotta learn to let go Gotta learn, gotta learn Every time I hold on (hold on) It slips through my hands I slip It slips through my hands I slip It slips through my hands