[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 crush 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 50 dollars Hit the club With 50 cowards I hit the club, we all strapped Just four niggas that get them dollars like hey
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[Chorus – 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 nigga shit, only what I do and speak, if that nigga don’t work, he a fucking leech… Preach I ain’t got shit for a nigga, ain’t nothing in this muthafucking world free… Preach
[Verse 2 – Young Dolph:] Zay got the muthafucking bass thumping, Dolph got the muthafucking trap jumping Doors to the trap open, I’ll sell you something Hell nah, don’t ask, I ain’t frontin nothing I fucked yo bitch 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 hustling, 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’m a go get it Free my nigga Yo Diddy Got Paper Route tatted on yo ho titty Same nigga you getting high with he really yo enemy Everyday niggas cross they patnas out for Benjamins