Iann dior, Lil Baby - Prospect lyrics

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)