Feat. Meek Mill
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(Intro)
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You hear that? Sound like new money
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New money, new money, new money
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Yeah yep yeah yep yep yep yeah
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(Hook)
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Pull up in the hood and we're sittin' on wood
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Like I muthafuckin' should, many niggas don't play wit me
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Many niggas don't play with me
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Nah, nah, red by them buses, no matter what the cost is
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If she like it then I got it, many bitches don't play with me
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Many bitches don't play with me
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(Verse)
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It's how I end this, Barapemis, ball harder, Jabari Parker
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John Calla, Meek Milly, no disrespect, but we Philly
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King and Wade, Zack and Cobie, call my head a black Chernobyl
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Yung niggas know when the block down
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Ride winter time with the top down
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That's why them little pussy boys don't play wit me
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Got a buck and it's from, I got the K wit me
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Shine harder whenever you turn the lights off
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We in the jungle whenever we turn the mikes off
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Niggas get scared when they see this
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When they see that boy Meek, when they see Chris
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Goddamn it, we nice, tanned and ripe
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Fin' the bodybag niggas, hand me his life
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(Hook)
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Pull up in the hood and we're sittin' on wood
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Like I muthafuckin' should, many niggas don't play wit me
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Many niggas don't play with me
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Nah, nah, red by them buses, no matter what the cost is
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If she like it then I got it, many bitches don't play with me
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Many bitches don't play with me
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(Verse)
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Pull up in the hood on wood
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Bad bitch rollin', and she rollin' on wood
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Finna get some hand on a lil' back pocket
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Gotta stando with my new ?
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Give a fuck about the cops
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Finger to the force
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Holy 9-11, now we know it's the Porsche
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Think about you niggas, if it's drama, bring a lama
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Try the enemies with corpse get 'em touched with a torch
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War, shinnies and cake, more bodies than day
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Can't find a surprise, the more I ain't amazed
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Homicidal, you niggas stay all caution and soft
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Pussy niggas ain't ridin', just help me carry the coffin'
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Shown off with a hose, take the shots in the first
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Take a shot on the fifth and take it right on rehearse
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Never take me alive, I told you niggas before
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Six shots from the drum, I'm sending 'em to the morgue
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Fuck world war!
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(Hook)
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Pull up in the hood and we're sittin' on wood
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Like I muthafuckin' should, many niggas don't play wit me
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Many niggas don't play with me
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Nah, nah, red by them buses, no matter what the cost is
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If she like it then I got it, many bitches don't play with me
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Many bitches don't play with me
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(Verse)
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Pull up in the hood on hose
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Hoes start fuckin' like a bad bitch suppose
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I don't give a fuck about you haters
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See, I'm all about the paper
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Gettin' money in the hood and the road off
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Platinum in the cold, nigga ride free
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Bitch ride dick like a nigga ride D
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Only the latest fashion, classy, fly cars
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A nigga be eatin' on the block, five star
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Came in the cave, I was Job, yung nigga
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Nigga still hops, it's a cold yung nigga
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Y'all boys ain't ready, ride round heavy, go Bazu on ?
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Go buckle, intercept me, all about the lil' debbie
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Sittin' on wood
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Circling the block, bullshittin' through the hood
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Hop out on my niggas, I'ma smoke a few Ls
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Hoping I ain't gotta let off a few shells
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It's just tales of the hood nigga
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(Hook)
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Pull up in the hood and we're sittin' on wood
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Like I muthafuckin' should, many niggas don't play wit me
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Many niggas don't play with me
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Nah, nah, red by them buses, no matter what the cost is
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If she like it then I got it, many bitches don't play with me
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Many bitches don't play with me
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Don't Play
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Young Chris |