We Dem Boyz Remix - Wiz Khalifa, Rick Ross, ScHoolboy Q

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin’noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Now I’ve been in this game a long time, still get money

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin’noise

Paranoid as a child, blessed to be a dreamer

Bitch we dem boys, 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

From Fig row 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, stunt more

And just recent nigga, my teeth is nickel, got disco-ball glow

Niggas throwin’shots but I dodge 'em all, you can’t touch this

Don’t believe if my name involved in some punk shit

Half a mil a week, crib by the beach, got bank roll

Got a bitch who got booty-cheeks, 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 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 Benz’o 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, history, Henny sippers, let’s get it nigga

Keys to my estate, put the cheese inside a safe

Drinkin’by the case, that be the reason why they hate

Fresh up outta 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 the lawyer beat the case

We Dem Boyz