[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 n***as 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 n***as 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 bitch 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 shit, only what I do and speak, if that n***a don't work, he a fuckin' leech (Preach)
I ain't got shit for a n***a, ain't nothing in this motherfuckin' world free (Preach)

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Zay' got the muthafuckin' bass thumpin' (Zay')
Dolph got the muthafuckin' 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 fucked yo bitch 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***a Yo Diddy (Ayy)
Got Paper Route tatted on your ho titty (Empire)
Same n***a you gettin' high with he really your enemy (Damn)
Every day n***as cross they patnas out for Benjamins
[Refrain: Young Dolph]
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach)
Same bitch 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 shit, only what I do and speak, if that n***a don't work, he a fuckin' leech (Preach)
I ain't got shit for a n***a, ain't nothing in this motherfuckin' world free (Preach)