Preach (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Woo, countless money
Countless money, countless money, countless money
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Countless money (Countless)
Countless money, countless money, countless money, yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I don't f*ck with these b*tches cause they sheisty
I think she f*cking, she could never be my wifey
It be the brokest b*tches acting like they pricey
I talk that money these broke n*ggas never liked me
Look at the flick of the wrist, I put the di*k in your b*tch
Whipping and cooking bricks, thought we was cooking the girts
Selling the fish and bending them corners
I do whatever I wanna
I f*ck 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*ck
Legend to these basic b*tches, basic hoes I never touch
Tell them b*tches back back out the VIP don't let them know
It don't matter if it's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday bet I clutch
You be liking all her pictures, I hit that ain't never bust
Used to pray get that pus*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*t to cut that b*tch off and move on to better stuff
I got different color Balenciagas
I switch kicks like Mr. Rogers
b*tch better have my money, don't give a f*ck if it was fifty dollars
Hit the club, you mobbed up
Mobbed up with fifty cowards
I hit the club, we all strapped
Just four n*ggas that get them dollars like hey
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Woo, countless money
Countless money, countless money, countless money
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Countless money (Countless)
Countless money, countless money, countless money, yeah

[Refrain: Young Dolph]
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach)
Same b*tch 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*gga sh*t, only what I do and speak, if that n*gga don't work, he a f*ckin' leech (Preach)
I ain't got sh*t for a n*gga, ain't nothing in this motherf*ckin' world free (Preach)

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Zay' got the muthaf*ckin' bass thumpin' (Zay')
Dolph got the muthaf*ckin' trap jumpin' (It's Dolph)
Doors to the trap open, I'll sell you something (What you want?)
Hell nah, don't ask, I ain't frontin nothing (Hell nah)
I f*cked yo b*tch then told her, "I'll see you around" (Haha)
Dolph just skipped town with two hundred thou'
Dolph just poured an eight in a two liter pop (Pour up)
They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops (Damn)
Addicted to hustlin', I can't stop (Can't stop)
Won't stop (Won't stop), can't stop (Ayy)
Never hear me complaining 'bout what I ain't got (Nah)
Ha, 'cause if I want it, I'ma go get it (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, free my n*gga Yo Diddy (Ayy)
Got Paper Route tatted on your ho titty (Empire)
Same n*gga you gettin' high with he really your enemy (Damn)
Every day n*ggas cross they patnas out for Benjamins
[Refrain: Young Dolph]
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach)
Same b*tch 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*gga sh*t, only what I do and speak, if that n*gga don't work, he a f*ckin' leech (Preach)
I ain't got sh*t for a n*gga, ain't nothing in this motherf*ckin' world free (Preach)