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iann dior – Prospect Lyrics

Prospect By iann dior

HEY!
Oh-oh, woah
(Wheezy outta here)
Oh-oh, woah
(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fyed up)
Yeah

Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin’ the bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-b---- calling back
Saw me come up out of random
Didn’t wait long, now that b---- throwin’ tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
In my DM’s, 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 shooting your a--
Women come and go with the cash
You gon’ learn and learn that s--- fast
They gon’ fold, fold under act
I get my medicine straight out the back

I’m a prospect, not from earth, I feel like a martian
‘Matter fact, b----, 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, b----, this a threat
Now I’m comin’ at your neck
N----- 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 b---- I already been in
That b---- for everybody, we ain’t spoke in a minute
N----- 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, ha
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 getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-b---- calling back
Saw me come up out of random
Didn’t wait long, now that b---- throwin’ tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM’s, 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 shooting your a--
Women come and go with the cash
You gon’ learn and learn that s--- fast
They gon’ fold, fold under act
I get my medicine straight out the bag

Brand new Corvette, come through smashin’ the gas
They made me mad now I’m back in my bag
I hope my main and my side never crash
Wipe out the cat tryna dodge my past
We catch that boy, then we robbin’ his a--
It’s the principle, I don’t need the cash
Expensive b------, half a million on lashes
I could kick it but I don’t like to brag
Hoe, they done made me mad, I’m ’bout to turn up
I got my glizzy, wish a n---- run up
You can come get your b---- ’cause I don’t want her
I ran my millions up from out the corner
Im the one out here doin’ what I wanna
My lil’ bro ran it up off m--------
Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer
Trap house with sport, I press it then I launch it
I’m thankin’ God, ain’t no more free lunches
Got suspended, me and [?]
House up on the hill, I used to want it
Now I got it, I don’t even stay there
I get even, I don’t play fair
Prolly spend me a million on haters
On that talk, make ’em drop
And I don’t give a f--- ’bout no cops

Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin’ the bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-b---- calling back
Saw me come up out of random
Didn’t wait long, now that b---- throwin’ tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM’s, 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 shooting your a--
Women come and go with the cash
You gon’ learn and learn that s--- fast
They gon’ fold, fold under act
I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo)