Released: July 3, 2014
Featuring: Nas ScHoolboy Q Rick Ross
Songwriter: Wiz Khalifa Rick Ross ScHoolboy Q Nas
Producer: Sledgren Ricky P RMB Justize
[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
[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
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- The Plan
- Promises
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- On My Level
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