iann dior – Prospect ft. Lil Baby (Official Lyric Video)

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Director: Mooch
Executive Producer: Nolan Riddle
Producer: No Crdntls
Animation: Hello.World & Offgod
Mix & Mastered: H4LFTIME

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[Chorus: iann dior]
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 under fame
In my DMs talking ‘bout, “Hey handsome”

[Post-Chorus: iann dior]
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It’s nothing new I won’t give it to them
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

[Verse 1: iann dior]
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 waking up, if I run into opps Ima off ‘em
I don’t know if you think that you stoppin’
What I got going on
Got a semi with auto on
This ain’t no auto correct, bitch this a threat
Now I’m coming at your neck
N**** act cute like a pet
Soft like a pop tart, Atlanta got no heart
Y’all be the ones that’s pretendin’
Insecurities they always offended
Mad about a bitch I already been in
That bitch for everybody, we ain’t spoke in a minute N**** still in the picture,
and I’m still leaving with her It ain’t nothing, I’m a rebel

[Bridge: iann dior]
I can’t conform
I ain’t falling back, no
She need more, she got too attached, ha
Addicted to me like I’m on one
Three thousand for that new red car
Walk around look like a mummy
Psychedelics in my tummy
Swipe swipe, Ima get it all
Yeah

[Chorus: iann dior]
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 under fame
In my DMs talking ‘bout, “Hey handsome”

[Post-Chorus: iann dior]
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It’s nothing new I won’t give it to them
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

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Brand new corvette, come through smashing the gas
They made me mad now I’m back in my bag
I hope my man in 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 dishes, half a million on lashes
I can kick it but I don’t like to brag
Hoe done made mad, I’m bouta turn up

I got my glizzy wish a n**** run up
You could 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 run it up off marijuana
Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer
Traphouse with sport, I press it then I launch it
I’m thanking 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
Probably spent me a million on haters
On they top, make em drop
And I don’t give a fuck ‘bout no cops

[Chorus: iann dior]
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 under fame
In my DMs talking ‘bout, “Hey handsome”

[Post-Chorus: iann dior]
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It’s nothing new I won’t give it to them
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

#Prospect #diorgang

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  1. [Intro: iann dior]

    Hey

    Smoke, woah, woah-oh

    (Wheezy outta here)

    Woah, woah-oh

    (Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)

    Yeah

    [Chorus: iann dior]

    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)

    [Verse 1: iann dior]

    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

    [Bridge: iann dior]

    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)

    [Chorus: iann dior]

    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)

    [Verse 2: Lil Baby]

    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)

    [Chorus: iann dior]

    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)

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