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[Intro: Meek Mill] You hear that? Sounds like new money New money, new money, new money [Hook: Meek Mill] Pull up in the hood, And I'm sitting on Wood Like a motherfucker should Man these niggas don't play with me (these niggas dont play with me) Red bottom bars It don't matter what the cars If she like it than I got it Man these bitches dont play with me (These bitches don't play with me) [Verse 1: Young Chris] Tyler Ennis, 'bout our business Ball harder, Jabari Parker Young Gunna, Meek Milly No disrespect but we Philly King and Wade, Shaq and Kobe Call my hitter black Ginobili Young niggas hold the block down Ride winter time with the top down Tell them little pussy boys don't play with me Got a buck and a drum I got the K with me Shine harder whenever you turn the lights off We in the jungle, whenever we turn the mics off Niggas get scared when they see this When they see that boy Meek, then they see Chris God dammit we nice, 'tana and Rice Finna body bag niggas, hand me his life [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Young Chris] Pull up in the hood, on wood Bad bitch rolling, and she rolling on wood Finna get some head on the little [?] Got extendo, on my new stash blocks Can't give a fuck about the cops Finger to the force Only 911 that we know is the Porsche Fuck about you niggas, If there's drama Bring the llama, turn enemies into corpses Get em touched with the torch More shotties than K, more bodies than days Death I ain’t surprised the more I ain’t amazed Homicide on you niggas the yellow caution is off The pussy niggas ain't riding, just helping carry the coffin Showing off for them hoes Taking shots in the first Taking shots from the fifth, take a ride in a hearse Never take me alive, I told you niggas before 6 shots from the drum, sending them to the morgue Who the fuck want war? [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 3: Young Chris] Pull up to the hood on hoes Hoes start flocking, like a bad bitch suppose I don't give a fuck about you haters See I'm all about the paper Getting money, in the hood and the road I done platinum and the gold Nigga ride fleet That bitch ride dick, like that nigga ride deep Only the latest fashion, classy fly cars A nigga been eating, on the block 5 stars Came in the game, I was Hov young nigga Nigga still [?] cold young nigga Y'all boys ain't ready, Ride 'round heavy Gold bezel on Prezi, Gold buckle on Giuseppe All about the little Debbie, sitting on wood Circling the block bullshitting through the hood Hop out on my niggas, Imma smoke a few ounce Hoping I ain't gotta let off a few shells This is tales of the hood nigga [Hook: Meek Mill]