Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Prospect , by - iann dior. Release date: 14.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Prospect |
| Hey |
| Smoke, woah, woah-oh |
| (Wheezy outta here) |
| Woah, woah-oh |
| (Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up) |
| Yeah |
| Nowadays I get what I want |
| Lately been spendin' the bag |
| Addicted to gettin' that cash |
| Addicted to poppin' them tags |
| Money was made for the sad |
| Now my ex-bitch callin' back |
| Saw me come up out the random |
| Didn’t wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums |
| Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame |
| In my DMs talkin' bout, «Hey, handsome» |
| I know that they hate me and want me for ransom |
| It’s nothin' new, I won’t give into that |
| I eat the hate up and spit it right back |
| My lyrics like bullets, I’m shootin' your ass |
| Women come and go with the cash |
| You gon' learn and learn that shit fast |
| They gon' fold, fold under act |
| I get my medicine straight out the back (Hey) |
| I’m a prospect, not from Earth, I feel like a martian |
| 'Matter fact, bitch, I came from a starship |
| My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up |
| If I run into opps, I’ma off 'em |
| I don’t know if you think that you stoppin' |
| What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on |
| This ain’t no auto-correct, bitch, this a threat |
| Now I’m comin' at your neck |
| Niggas act cute like a pet |
| Soft like a Pop-Tart, act like they got no heart |
| Y’all be the ones that’s pretending |
| Insecurities, they always offended |
| Mad about a bitch I already been in |
| That bitch for everybody, we ain’t spoke in a minute |
| Niggas still in the picture, and I’m still leavin' with her |
| It ain’t nothin', I’m a rebel |
| I can’t conform, I ain’t fallin' back, no |
| She need more, she got too attached, huh |
| Addicted to me like I’m on one |
| Three thousand for that new Rick Owens |
| Walk around, look like a mummy |
| Psychedelics hurt my tummy |
| Swipe, swipe, I’ma get it all (Yeah) |
| Nowadays, I get what I want |
| Lately, been spendin' the bag |
| Addicted to gettin' that cash |
| Addicted to poppin' them tags |
| Money was made for the sad |
| Now my ex-bitch callin' back |
| Saw me come up out the random |
| Didn’t wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums |
| Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame |
| In my DMs talkin' bout, «Hey, handsome» |
| I know that they hate me and want me for ransom |
| It’s nothin' new, I won’t give into that |
| I eat the hate up and spit it right back |
| My lyrics like bullets, I’m shootin' your ass |
| Women come and go with the cash |
| You gon' learn and learn that shit fast |
| They gon' fold, fold under act |
| I get my medicine straight out the bag (Hey) |
| Brand new Corvette, come through smashin' the gas (Skrrt) |
| They made me mad, now I’m back in my bag (I'm back) |
| I hope my main and my side never crash |
| Wide-body 'Cat, tryna dodge my past |
| We catch that boy, then we robbin' his ass |
| It’s the principle, I don’t need the cash |
| Expensive bitches, half a million on lashes |
| I could kick it, but I don’t like to brag |
| Ho, they done made me mad, I’m 'bout to turn up (Turn it up) |
| I got my glizzy, wish a nigga run up |
| You can come get your bitch 'cause I don’t want her |
| I ran my millions up from off the corner |
| I’m the one out here doin' what I wanna |
| My lil' bro ran it up off marijuana |
| Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer |
| Trackhawk with sport, I press it then I launch it |
| I’m thankin' God, ain’t no more free lunches |
| Got suspended, me and greeny hundred |
| House up on the hill, I used to want it |
| Now I got it, I don’t even stay there (Hey) |
| I get even, I don’t play fair |
| Probably spend me a million on haters |
| On they top, make 'em drop |
| And I don’t give a fuck 'bout no cops (Hey) |
| Nowadays I get what I want |
| Lately been spendin' the bag |
| Addicted to gettin' that cash |
| Addicted to poppin' them tags |
| Money was made for the sad |
| Now my ex-bitch callin' back |
| Saw me come up out the random |
| Didn’t wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums (Hey) |
| Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame |
| In my DMs talkin' bout, «Hey, handsome» |
| I know that they hate me and want me for ransom |
| It’s nothin' new, I won’t give into that |
| I eat the hate up and spit it right back |
| My lyrics like bullets, I’m shootin' your ass |
| Women come and go with the cash |
| You gon' learn and learn that shit fast |
| They gon' fold, fold under act |
| I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo) |