Album Name

Prospect

Artist

iann dior

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.05.22

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

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-bitch calling back
Saw me come up out of random
Didn't wait long
now that bitch 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 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
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 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-bitch calling back
Saw me come up out of random
Didn't wait long now
that bitch 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 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
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 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
Hoe they done made me mad
I'm 'bout to turn 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 out 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
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 granny hunch
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 fuck
'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-bitch calling back
Saw me come up out of random
Didn't wait long
now that bitch 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 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