Rick Ross - We Dem Boyz (Remix II) lyrics

[Produced by Sledgren, Ricky P, and RMB Justize] [Hook: 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 Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz Hol up, hol up, we makin' noise [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Paranoid as a child, blessed to be a dreamer b**h we dem boys, n***a 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 n***a count your blessings, lighters on the dresser I scoped it, a whole body, so yes I'm well invested [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] 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 n***a, my teeth is nickel, got disco-ball glow n***as throwin' shots but I dodge 'em all, you can't touch this Don't believe if my name involved in some punk sh** Half a mil a week, crib by the beach, got bank roll Got a b**h 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 b**h her shape like Coca-Cola Hold up, hol up, Wiz on joints, my woods be rolled up [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse 3: Nas] I never give a rat a pa**, it's the fattest a** 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 n***as that's been them n***as, ask any n***a Ma** Appeal, HSTRY, Henny sippers, let's get it n***a [Talking] [Nas] Ayo Wiz come met me out in Vegas, them new releases coming out in 12 AM. Gotta stay fresh playboy [Wiz ]Ain´t nothing you could do about it, we dem boys [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] [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 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 n***as straight Every city-state, I'm tryna break the piggie bank Some n***as get put on, some n***as get played Take another selfie, watch my lawyer beat the case We Dem Boyz [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]