[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 motherf**er should
Man these n***as don't play with me
(these n***as dont play with me)
Red bottom bars
It don't matter what the cars
If she like it than I got it
Man these b**hes dont play with me
(These b**hes 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 n***as hold the block down
Ride winter time with the top down
Tell them little p**y 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
n***as 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 n***as, hand me his life
[Hook: Meek Mill]
[Verse 2: Young Chris]
Pull up in the hood, on wood
Bad b**h rolling, and she rolling on wood
Finna get some head on the little [?]
Got extendo, on my new stash blocks
Can't give a f** about the cops
Finger to the force
Only 911 that we know is the Porsche
f** about you n***as, 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
d**h I ain't surprised the more I ain't amazed
Homicide on you n***as the yellow caution is off
The p**y n***as 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 n***as before
6 shots from the drum, sending them to the morgue
Who the f** want war?
[Hook: Meek Mill]
[Verse 3: Young Chris]
Pull up to the hood on hoes
Hoes start flocking, like a bad b**h suppose
I don't give a f** about you haters
See I'm all about the paper
Getting money, in the hood and the road
I done platinum and the gold
n***a ride fleet
That b**h ride dick, like that n***a ride deep
Only the latest fashion, cla**y fly cars
A n***a been eating, on the block 5 stars
Came in the game, I was Hov young n***a
n***a still [?] cold young n***a
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 bullsh**ting through the hood
Hop out on my n***as, Imma smoke a few ounce
Hoping I ain't gotta let off a few shells
This is tales of the hood n***a
[Hook: Meek Mill]