Don’t Play lyrics

by

Freeway


[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*cker should
Man these n*ggas don't play with me
Man these n*ggas dont play with me
Red bottom boss
It don't matter what the cost
If she like it then I got it
Man these b*tches don't play with me
Man these b*tches 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*ggas hold the block down
Ride winter time with the top down
Tell them little pus*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*ggas 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*ggas, hand me his life
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Pull up in the hood and I'm sitting on Wood
Like a motherf*cker should
Man these n*ggas don't play with me
Man these n*ggas dont play with me
Red bottom boss
It don't matter what the cost
If she like it then I got it
Man these b*tches don't play with me
Man these b*tches don't play with me

[Verse 2: Young Chris]
Pull up in the hood, on wood
Bad b*tch 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*ck about the cops
Finger to the force
Only 911 that we know is the Porsche
f*ck about you n*ggas, 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 n*ggas the yellow caution is off
The pus*y n*ggas 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*ggas before
6 shots from the drum, sending them to the morgue
Who the f*ck want war?
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Pull up in the hood and I'm sitting on Wood
Like a motherf*cker should
Man these n*ggas don't play with me
Man these n*ggas dont play with me
Red bottom boss
It don't matter what the cost
If she like it then I got it
Man these b*tches don't play with me
Man these b*tches don't play with me

[Verse 3: Young Chris]
Pull up to the hood on hoes
Hoes start flocking, like a bad b*tch suppose
I don't give a f*ck 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*gga ride fleet
That b*tch ride di*k, like that n*gga ride deep
Only the latest fashion, classy fly cars
A n*gga been eating, on the block 5 stars
Came in the game, I was Hov young n*gga
n*gga still [?] cold young n*gga
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*tting through the hood
Hop out on my n*ggas, Imma smoke a few ounce
Hoping I ain't gotta let off a few shells
This is tales of the hood n*gga
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Pull up in the hood and I'm sitting on Wood
Like a motherf*cker should
Man these n*ggas don't play with me
Man these n*ggas dont play with me
Red bottom boss
It don't matter what the cost
If she like it then I got it
Man these b*tches don't play with me
Man these b*tches don't play with me
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