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feat. meek mill

(intro)
you hear that? sound like new money
new money, new money, new money
yeah yep yeah yep yep yep yeah

(hook)
pull up in the hood and we’re sittin’ on wood
like i m-th-f-ckin’ should, many n-gg-s don’t play wit me
many n-gg-s don’t play with me
nah, nah, red by them buses, no matter what the cost is
if she like it then i got it, many b-tches don’t play with me
many b-tches don’t play with me

(verse)
it’s how i end this, barapemis, ball harder, jabari parker
john calla, meek milly, no disrespect, but we philly
king and wade, zack and cobie, call my head a black chern-byl
yung n-gg-s know when the block down
ride winter time with the top down
that’s why them little p-ssy boys don’t play wit me
got a buck and it’s from, i got the k wit me
shine harder whenever you turn the lights off
we in the jungle whenever we turn the mikes off
n-gg-s get scared when they see this
when they see that boy meek, when they see chris
godd-mn it, we nice, tanned and ripe
fin’ the bodybag n-gg-s, hand me his life

(verse)
pull up in the hood on wood
bad b-tch rollin’, and she rollin’ on wood
finna get some hand on a lil’ back pocket
gotta stando with my new ?
give a f-ck about the cops
finger to the force
holy 9-11, now we know it’s the porsche
think about you n-gg-s, if it’s drama, bring a lama
try the enemies with corpse get ’em touched with a torch
war, shinnies and cake, more bodies than day
can’t find a surprise, the more i ain’t amazed
homicidal, you n-gg-s stay all caution and soft
p-ssy n-gg-s ain’t ridin’, just help me carry the coffin’
shown off with a hose, take the shots in the first
take a shot on the fifth and take it right on rehe-rs-
never take me alive, i told you n-gg-s before
six shots from the drum, i’m sending ’em to the morgue
f-ck world war!

(verse)
pull up in the hood on hose
hoes start f-ckin’ like a bad b-tch suppose
i don’t give a f-ck about you haters
see, i’m all about the paper
gettin’ money in the hood and the road off
platinum in the cold, n-gg- ride free
b-tch ride d-ck like a n-gg- ride d
only the latest fashion, cl-ssy, fly cars
a n-gg- be eatin’ on the block, five star
came in the cave, i was job, yung n-gg-
n-gg- still hops, it’s a cold yung n-gg-
y’all boys ain’t ready, ride round heavy, go bazu on ?
go buckle, intercept me, all about the lil’ debbie
sittin’ on wood
circling the block, bullsh-ttin’ through the hood
hop out on my n-gg-s, i’ma smoke a few ls
hoping i ain’t gotta let off a few sh-lls
it’s just tales of the hood n-gg-

- young chris

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