Song Lyrics

Hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(Wheezy outta here)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(Ay, KBeaZy, you fired up)

Yeah
Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spending a 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 the random
Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwing 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 nothing new, I won't give in to 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

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 waking 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 autocorrect
Bitch, it's a threat
Now I'm coming 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
Nigga's still in the picture and I'm still leaving with her
It ain't nothing, I'm a rebel

I can't conform, I ain't falling back, no
She need more, she got too attached, huh
Addicted to me like I'm on one
Three thousand for that new Rick Owen
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 spending a 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 the random
Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwing 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 nothing new, I won't give in to 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, smashing 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 then we robbing 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
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 doing 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 thanking God, ain't no more free lunches
Got suspended, me and Greeny Huncho
House up on a 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 talk, make 'em drop
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout no cost

Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spending a 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 the random
Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwing 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 nothing new, I won't give in to 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

Michael Olmo, Dominique Jones, Wesley Tyler Glass, Keegan Christopher Bach

The duration of Prospect is 3:46 minutes and seconds.