Preach (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, it's Dime Piece
What up, Dolph?
You know I had to kill this sh*t
For the real Queen of Memphis
Yeah
Yeah
I got a lot of sh*t I got to say
I thought I should preach to em'
Leggo!

[Verse]
Don't give a f*ck about opinions
Unless you pay me
A maid b*tch
Broke b*tches can't stand me
I swear they mama shoulda used a Plan B
Run up, hoe!
Queen of Memphis here
I don't compete
b*tch, my mind stay on paper
Like some f*cking ink
These b*tches broke as f*ck
Too concerned 'bout me
I'm glued on these b*tches mind
Like a lace front
Ain't sh*t changed
I'm the same b*tch from day 1
n*ggas begging everyday
But stunt on IG
Fake ass n*ggas
Should be on ya ID
Where that money at?
That's where I be
Killing them
Somebody call an IV
I should beat n*ggas up
When they try to flex
Screenshot ya bank accounts
And they f*cking text
n*ggas talk like hoes walk thru
And b*tches nervous
Oh, your Man Crush Monday
That's my Throwback Thursday
You either getting tricked on
Or you're tricking off
It ain't tricking if you got it
But you n*ggas don't
The same ones you helped out
When they went broke
Be the same n*ggas turning
S'posed to be ya folks
Only God can judge with judges
In court every day
Throwing a book at n*ggas
Making sure they family ate
And these dumb ass hoes fighting over di*k
And why they fighting
It's prolly in another b*tch
I been a problem
You b*tches hustle backwards
f*ck twitter, b*tch
Then hollow tips don't @ you
Home banks [?]
Me and Blac Chyna had them bands in a suitcase
Had to switch ya style up, b*tch
Cause mine was taken
Had to stop claiming the crown, b*tch
Cause you was faking
b*tches rap they whole life
Still ain't got signed
Deal or no deal
I been a boss
You hoes ain't blind
b*tch