Prospect (feat. Lil Baby)

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 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 of 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

Wide-body 'Cat, tryna dodge my past

We catch that boy, 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

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

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

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)