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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
D Smoke
Vocals
SiR
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nikita Kotadia
Songwriter
Johan Rosa
Songwriter
Benson Bazilme
Songwriter
Matthew Cristobol
Songwriter
Daniel A. Farris
Songwriter
Darryl Farris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Icee Red
Producer
SW8VY
Producer
Roza
Producer
Nikita Kotadia
Producer
Lyrics
Super, ah
My prayin' momma proud of her little black boys
We headlining club, owning sneakers and back doors
Walk through the kitchen, got plenty ink on our passports
And not to mention, our queens, they pushing the RAV4s
What you think I rap for? (Yeah)
I'm buildin' my legacy, texts from my heroes, "Hey, let us see"
Chase bread, my pockets got lettuce-y
Foreign land with my brother, that's pedigree
'Cause we work hard, play hard
We work (work), work (work), work for the days off
Make time to take off, circle right back for the payoff
Oh, work hard, play hard
We work (work), work (work), work, now we paid up
Make time to lay up, ain't worried 'bout what anybody says
It's okay (it's okay), it's okay (let's go play)
It's okay (it's okay), it's okay (let's go play)
My bitch is just finished, let's go (let's go, let's go)
Baby momma got a new job
The homie Dino moved his people out of Duval
And me and Smokey been banging out your boombox
Stay close, take notes, we in the zone
Nigga, two words, hard work, what we been on
It ain't no denying, this divine timing
Been applying pressure, now we buying diamonds
Second home, Hawaiian islands, ain't no Panamanian
We leave in December, go where sun is shinin'
Can't go through the ocean
Feel like the guardians of the Pacific Ocean, uh, I'm mixing potions
I'm mixing portions, que son setecientos por cineto con gas
Tequilas sin mentiras, filas de cash
Mira, estamos en otra liga de paz
Estamos en frente, empezamos detrás
'Cause we work hard, play hard
We work (work), work (work), work for the days off
Make time to take off, circle right back for the payoff
Oh, work hard, play hard
We work (work), work (work), work, now we paid up
Make time to lay up, ain't worried 'bout what anybody say
It's okay (it's okay), it's okay (let's go play)
It's okay (it's okay), it's okay (let's go play)
Listen, uh
I heard a voice that told me, "Get rid of your inhibitions"
At least just momentarily, it's hard to do charity without lettin' go
And your soul get to feeling fictitious
I need to cleanse my palette, break a rule and get balanced
Aches and pain until she gets naked and woo me in palace
Do something new, open the curtains, the view from the terrace
Lookin' like magic, hope a spectator catch it and stare it
Look in her eyes, nothin' to hide and even embarrassed
Uh, no windows in the garden
And if you see that snake you better not disregard it
You wearing so little clothin' for it to be art
Lil' momma, bring me your summer, I kiss on your blossom
We be workin' hard
Work hard, play hard
We work (my nigga, we work), work (Work), work for the days off
Make time to take off (hey), circle right back for the payoff
Oh, work hard, play hard
We work (work), work (work), work, now we paid up
Make time to lay up, ain't worried 'bout what anybody says
It's okay (it's okay), it's okay (work, work) (let's go play)
It's okay (it's okay, it's okay), it's okay (let's go play)
It's okay (it's okay, ayy), it's okay (I heard you're a boy from Inglewood) (let's go play) (what up, SiR?)
It's okay (it's okay), it's okay (fast boy shit) (let's go) (play, Ingles)
Writer(s): Matthew Cristobol, Benson Bazilme, Sir Darryl Farris, Johan Rosa, Daniel Farris, Nikita Kotadia
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