Meek Mill - Don't Play lyrics

[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]