Schoolboy Q - We Dem Boyz (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa and (Diddy)] Hold up, hold up, hold, up Hold up, hold up, hold, up We dem boyz (Yeah, ayo, turn this sh** up Ayo what up Wiz? You knew someone had to motherf**ing remix this sh**) [Hook: Meek Mill] Hold up, hold up, hold, up We them boyz Hold up, hold up, hold, up We them boyz Hold up, hold up, hold, up We makin' noise Matter fact I'm a grown a** man, n***a, k** the noise [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Been in the corner and shining the street Nothing can come in between Me and my money, I get to the that money I flip through that money, a f**in' machine Look at the haters, I see that they hate us A pull up in somethin', with somethin' that's mean With somethin' that's fly Leave with your b**h she won't tell you goodbye Like hold up, wait a minute p**y so good that I stayed up in it It was so good that I paid to hit it I paid to visit, got paid to visit I walked through the club with a parade of n***as You are not liked cause you paid them n***as I'm in L.A with them Haiti n***as Mexican, Blood, and some Grapestreet n***as Like hold up We was them n***as before them n***as was signed Hold up Sexing them women before that you knew they was f**in' Hold up Me and my n***as we run through that money, it's nothin' You was that talk sh** all summer Lookin' for n***as with large numbers [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Diddy and (Meek Mill)] Hold up, hold up, pop the bottle Hold up, I sip Ciroc like it's Moscato Hold up, hold up, I like them blasian and mulatto Hold up, what the f**? You ain't got this in your serato? Hold up, my neck looking like I stole something Got your favorite rapper asking ''can I hold something?'' In the back of the back and we back in the back in the backseat, the Rolls coming (When the racks and the racks and the stacks and the stacks and the hoes comin' ) Give me head, I think she know something Screaming that ‘'I love you, papi, like my old woman'' I got old problems spending all this old money Bread been sitting out so long I call it more money Hold up, wait a minute (We caking n***a, look at the way that we pay for n***as Feel like a bus ‘cause I paid you n***as) Paid you n***as, you ungrateful n***as (I'm about to start making you pay for b**hes) Turning my swagger up, raised you n***as, it's Diddy [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 3: French Montana] (Haaan) We eating healthy, n***a Got your favourite rapper asking for a selfie, n***a (Haaan) You can't be serious Deny my visa missed that marriage up in Paris Hold up, hold up, young n***a gettin' money like Pappy Mason Hold up, hold up, young n***a grinding like bad braces And every time you see me I'm on TV, TMZ, Lamborghini Bare b**h with no bikini, Mussolini (haaan) You talking to them boys Hold up, running out your mouth, n***as sniffing [?] Hold up, hold up, getting dirty money yelling ‘'f** the Forbes'' Hold up, I'mma keep it wavy ‘til they free my boys (Who that, Max B?) Yeah, n***a that's my boy Hold up, Dream team, n***a, we them boys Wait a minute Chinx, Meek, Durk, Puff, n***a, we the realest [Hook: Meek Mill] [Outro] (Oh my God that was amazing) Your b**h know it