[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)