Preach (Remix) Meek Mill (Ft. Young Dolph)

[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 fuck with these bitches cause they sheisty
I think she fucking, she could never be my wifey
It be the brokest bitches acting like they pricey
I talk that money these broke niggas never liked me
Look at the flick of the wrist, I put the dick in your bitch
Whipping and cooking bricks, thought we was cooking the girts
Selling the fish and bending them corners
I do whatever I wanna
I fuck whatever I wanna
Remember them times they never was on us
I got bodies, I got bodies
She ain't down, I bet I fuck
Legend to these basic bitches, basic hoes I never touch
Tell them bitches 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 pussy, I got that and never cuffed
She got mad I hit her friend
I don't argue, let her fuss
It ain't shit to cut that bitch off and move on to better stuff
I got different color Balenciagas
I switch kicks like Mr. Rogers
Bitch better have my money, don't give a fuck 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 niggas that get them dollars like hey