CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Preach
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune, ayy
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
[HKFiftyOne]
Keep it on the low, got a pocket full of gas, ayy
Listen to me preach, I could take all y'all to Mass, ayy
Only seeing green, only color that'll last, ayy
Baggage at the door, keep that bitch up in the past, ayy
[?]
Shake off all the fake dogs in the play yard
Hey, mom, look at my song in the gray fog
Stay long, I'ma be a hit 'til I'm dеad gone
Started from the bottom likе I'm Drizzy Drake
[?], that's the reason y'all don't hit the same
This a quarter-milly Benzie on some real estate
That's a fifty on my wrist and twenty on my plate, ayy
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune, ayy
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
[HKFiftyOne]
Shout out to my fam, I'ma make you really proud
When I'm rocking up on stage, I'ma call you from the crowd
Yeah, that's right, you in backstage, said you being way too loud
Damn, my homie got kicked out 'cause he smoked a f*cking pound
[Charlie Blaze]
Roll it up
I'm in the [?] hitting blunts
Shooter on my side, boy, this ain't what you want
I got money but could never get enough
I might f*ck around and outpizza the Hut
Diamonds on my neck could cost a coupe
I feel like Tity Boi 'cause now I got two (2 Chainz)
Plottin' on me ain't the right move
Boy, you better not like a motherf*ckin' noose
Yeah
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune, ayy
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune, ayy
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
[HKFiftyOne]
Keep it on the low, got a pocket full of gas, ayy
Listen to me preach, I could take all y'all to Mass, ayy
Only seeing green, only color that'll last, ayy
Baggage at the door, keep that bitch up in the past, ayy
[?]
Shake off all the fake dogs in the play yard
Hey, mom, look at my song in the gray fog
Stay long, I'ma be a hit 'til I'm dеad gone
Started from the bottom likе I'm Drizzy Drake
[?], that's the reason y'all don't hit the same
This a quarter-milly Benzie on some real estate
That's a fifty on my wrist and twenty on my plate, ayy
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune, ayy
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
[HKFiftyOne]
Shout out to my fam, I'ma make you really proud
When I'm rocking up on stage, I'ma call you from the crowd
Yeah, that's right, you in backstage, said you being way too loud
Damn, my homie got kicked out 'cause he smoked a f*cking pound
[Charlie Blaze]
Roll it up
I'm in the [?] hitting blunts
Shooter on my side, boy, this ain't what you want
I got money but could never get enough
I might f*ck around and outpizza the Hut
Diamonds on my neck could cost a coupe
I feel like Tity Boi 'cause now I got two (2 Chainz)
Plottin' on me ain't the right move
Boy, you better not like a motherf*ckin' noose
Yeah
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune, ayy
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
