Paroles de 'We Dem Boyz (Remix) (feat. We Dem Boyz / Puff Daddy / French Montana)' par Meek Mill

Hold up, hold up, hold, up
Hold up, hold up, hold, up
We dem boyz
(Yeah, ayo, turn this shit up
Ayo what up Wiz?
You knew someone had to motherfucking remix this shit)

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 ass man, nigga, kill the noise

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 fuckin' machine
Look at the haters, I see that they hate us
A pull up inside, what's happenin' G? What's happenin' fly?
Leave with your bitch she won't tell you goodbye
Like hold up, wait a minute

Pussy 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 niggas
You are not liked cause you paid them niggas
I'm in L.A with them Haiti niggas
Mexican, Blood, and some [?] niggas
Like hold up

We was them niggas before
Them niggas was signed
Hold up
Checking them windows before
You knew they was for
Hold up
Me and my niggas we run
Through that money, it's nothin'
You was that talk shit all summer
Lookin' for niggas with large numbers

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 fuck? 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 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 own 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 came here, nigga, look at the way that we pay for niggas
Feel like a bus 'cause I paid you niggas)
Paid you niggas, you ungrateful niggas
(I'm about to start making you pay for bitches)
Turning my swagger up, raised you niggas, it's Diddy

(Haaan) We eating healthy, nigga
Got your favourite rapper asking for a selfie, nigga
(Haaan) You can't be serious
Deny my visa it's that marriage up in Paris
Hold up, hold up, young nigga gettin' money like Pappy Mason
Hold up, hold up, young nigga grinding like [?]
And every time you see me I'm on TV, TMZ, Lamborghini

Bare bitch with no bikini, Mussolini (haaan)
You talking to them boys
Hold up, running out your mouth, niggas sniffing [?]
Hold up, hold up, getting dirty money yelling ''fuck the Forbes''
Hold up, I'mma keep it wavy 'til they free my boys
(Who that, Max B?) Yeah, nigga that's my boy
Hold up, dreamteam, nigga, we them boys
Wait a minute
Chinx, Meek, Dirt, Puff, nigga, we the realest
(Oh my God that was amazing)
Your bitch know it