Wiz Khalifa — We Dem Boyz Remix

[Produced by Sledgren, Ricky P, and RMB Justize] [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise Hol' up, we dem boyz Now I've been in this game for a long time And I'm still getting money, ohh Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz (Ohh) Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Paranoid as a child, blessed to be a dreamer Bitch we dem boyz, nigga we the Beatles 1-8-7, no appeal, get it how you live Before I go broke, accountants jump off a bridge First round draft pick, hittas stay in the field On that poor side of town, grinding to pay our bills They hate to see you flourish, so I draw the curtains I'm so high up in the sky, that my i won't get no service Democracy be the dope, community in the choke The warden just caught his case, he was looking forward to vote Nigga count your blessings, lighters on the dresser I scoped it, a whole body, so yes I'm well invested [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] From Figueroa to the airport to them Iceland hoes Head to London then to Paris, double sold out shows Then I fell asleep in my Saint-Laurent and woke up to stunt more And just recent nigga, my teeth is nickel, got disco-ball glow, uh Niggas throwin' shots but I dodge 'em all, you can't touch this Don't believe if my name involved in some punk shit, uh, yeah Half a mil a week, a crib by the beach and got bank roll Got a bitch who got booty cheeks and good neck though Hold up, hol' up, hol' up, this game we play, you can't control us Hol' up, hol' up, they knew us cause the way we pulled up Hold up, hol' up, my bitch, her shape like Coca-Cola Hold up, hol' up, Wiz on joints, my woods be rolled up [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise Hol' up, we dem boyz Now I've been in this game for a long time And I'm still getting money, ohh Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz (Ohh) Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise [Verse 3: Nas] I never give a rat a pass, it's the fattest ass that attracts me How do I define Nasty? Ghastly, explain Esco Plain and simple, with a redbone in the Benzo sippin' XO From the Don to God's Son, the Project Prophet, the live one The father of Destiny, Knight’s pops, Will’s man Jungle's brother, girl, I house you like the Jungle Brothers Understand, I shine before ya'll time I been outside when T La Rock invented rhymes When dinner time and BBS’s on tinted Saab’s was getting robbed I'm 20 in, still outside, don't ask for it That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut We been 'em niggas that's been them niggas, ask any nigga Mass Appeal, HSTRY, Henny sippers, let's get it nigga [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise Hol' up, we dem boyz [Interlude: Nas & Wiz Khalifa] Ayo Wiz, come meet me out in Vegas Them new releases coming out at 12 AM Look, we gotta stay fresh playboy, yeah, yeah Ain't nothing you could do about it, we dem boyz, uhh [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa] Keys to my estate, put the cheese inside a safe Drinkin' by the case, that be the reason why they hate Fresh up out a cell to the seats of private planes Roll at least an ounce a day, smokin' weed is my escape Peddle to the floor, make sure my niggas straight Every city-state, I'm tryna break the piggie bank Some niggas get put on, some niggas get played Take another selfie, watch my lawyer beat the case We dem boyz [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise Hol' up, we dem boyz Now I've been in this game for a long time And I'm still getting money, ohh Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz (Ohh) Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise