Wiz Khalifa – No Time (Audio, Lyrics)

Wiz Khalifa - No Time (prod. Harry Fraud)

Wiz Khalifa celebrates his 33rd birthday with “No Time”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the Harry Fraud-produced song.

Wiz Khalifa No Time
Wiz Khalifa No Time

In celebration of his thirty-third birthday, rapper slash stoner slash father slash MMA aficionado Wiz Khalifa switched things up and gave a gift to his fans: the free mixtape Big Pimpin. Featuring production from Mufasa, Statik Selektah, Tai, and Harry Fraud, the tape is pretty much what you’ve come to expect from Wiz Khalifa. Swagged out, marijuana-infused bars brimming with easygoing charisma. At this stage in the game, Wiz is simply enjoying himself on the mic, culminating in some seriously smooth joints — including “No Time,” produced by the ever-solid Harry Fraud.

“Man I’m livin’ what these lil’ motherfuckers dream, either you in or you out, ain’t no in-between,” spits Wiz, catching the vibe with practiced ease. “I put my soul on the track, so my son could eat, and we gon’ get that money back if I’m on the beat.” Wiz Khalifa is not what you’d call a complex character — his desires are simple, to eat, sleep, smoke, and be merry. On “No Time,” he even manages to make rapping about the grind sound like a relaxing day in the sun. It’s a rare gift, that.

Wiz Khalifa – No Time (prod. Harry Fraud)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Niggas checkin’ on, niggas checkin’ on
I’ve been drinkin’ a lot of alcohol, right
Niggas drunk, right
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Chorus]
Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper

[Verse 1]
Uh, joint rolled, cup filled
No luck, just skill
Homie I prayed for this, gotta work every day
All work but still make time for a little bit of play
Hit me, say she on the way
Man I’m livin’ what these lil’ motherfuckers dream
Either you in or you out, ain’t no in between
I put my soul on the track, so my son could eat
And we gon’ get that money back if I’m on the beat
I’m hella cool but don’t relax when it come to cheese
We by the pool but don’t get water on my shirt please
My ’61 is clean, there ain’t a spec on my seats
Stay workin’ out but I can’t lie my pockets obese
Come pay that toller fee

[Chorus]
Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper

[Verse 2]
Cut off vintage tees, Versace bed sheets
I gave her a [?], she said it was a breeze
Know we could make it grow, soon as we plant the seed
We doing the brighter side of things we overachieve
I’m givin’ niggas game, givin’ the valet keys
You look good but I’m the only one you tryna please
Multiple old schools, some for style, some for speed
I got chicks tryna pay me first time we meet
You stick to the plan, watch our paper increase
I got your body, soul and mind, just to say the least
I got you all up on your grind, tryna save your seat
You ’bout the money all the time, that’s the way to be

[Chorus]
Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played
No time for haters, gotta make that paper

[Outro: Spoken Words]

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