Meek Mill - Preach (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Countless money Countless money, countless money, countless money Countless money Countless money, countless money, countless money [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I don't f** with these b**hes cause they sheisty I think she f**ing, she could never be my wifey It be the brokest b**hes acting like they pricey I talk that money these broke n***as never liked me Look at the flick of the wrist, I put the dick in your b**h Whipping and cooking bricks, thought we was cooking the girts Selling the fish and bending them corners I do whatever I wanna I f** whatever I wanna Remember them times they never was on us I got bodies, I got bodies She ain't down, I bet I f** Legend to these basic b**hes, basic hoes I never touch Tell them b**hes back back out the VIP don't let them know It don't matter if it's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday bet I crush You be liking all her pictures, I hit that ain't never bust Used to pray get that p**y, I got that and never cuffed She got mad I hit her friend I don't argue, let her fuss It ain't sh** to cut that b**h off and move on to better stuff I got different color Balenciagas I switch kicks like Mr. Rogers b**h better have my money, don't give a f** if it was 50 dollars Hit the club, [?] [?] with 50 cowards I hit the club, we all strapped Just four n***as that get them dollars like hey [Break: Meek Mill] Countless money Countless money, countless money, countless money Countless money Countless money, countless money, countless money [Hook: Young Dolph] Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach) Same b**h that claim she love you she'll set you up (Preach) Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (Preach) The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach) Real n***a sh**, only what I do and speak, if that n***a don't work, he a f**in' leech (Preach) I ain't got sh** for a n***a, ain't nothing in this muthaf**in' world free (Preach) [Verse 2: Young Dolph] Zay got the muthaf**in' ba** thumpin, Dolph got the muthaf**in' trap jumpin Doors to the trap open, I'll sell you something Hell nah, don't ask, I ain't frontin nothing I f**ed yo b**h then told her, "I'll see you around!" Dolph just skipped town with 2 hunnit thou' Dolph just poured an 8 in a two liter pop They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops Addicted to hustlin', I can't stop (can't stop) Won't stop (won't stop), can't stop Never hear me complaining 'bout what I ain't got Cause if I want it, I'ma go get it Free my n***a Yo Diddy Got Paper Route tatted on yo ho titty Same n***a you gettin' high with he really yo enemy Everyday n***as cross they patnas out for Benjamins [Hook: Young Dolph] Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach) Same b**h that claim she love you she'll set you up (Preach) Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (Preach) The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach) Real n***a sh**, only what I do and speak, if that n***a don't work, he a f**in' leech (Preach) I ain't got sh** for a n***a, ain't nothing in this muthaf**in' world free (Preach)