iann dior – Prospect (ft. Lil Baby) (Audio, Lyrics)

iann dior - Prospect (ft. Lil Baby) (prod. Wheezy & KBeaZy)

Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to “Prospect” by iann dior featuring Lil Baby. The song was produced by Wheezy & KBeaZy.

Iann Dior Prospect
Iann Dior Prospect

Iann dior linked up with Lil Baby on “Prospect,” the second single off iann’s upcoming EP, I’m Gone. Spitting over a chimed beat, both iann and Baby deliver solid verses, keeping up with one another without stealing the spotlight.

I’m Gone is set to drop on June 5th of this year. Check out the tracklist for the forthcoming project below and let us know what you think of “Prospect.”

I’m Gone tracklist
1. Paradise
2. Pretty Girls
3. Sickness
4. Shameless
5. Psycho
6. Sick And Tired ft. Machine Gun Kelly and Travis Barker
7. Runaway Kid
8. Good Day
9. Prospect ft. Lil Baby

iann dior – Prospect (ft. Lil Baby) (prod. Wheezy & KBeaZy)

Lyric Video

Lyrics

[Intro: iann dior]
HEY!
Oh-oh, woah
(Wheezy outta here)
Oh-oh, woah
(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fyed up)
Yeah

[Chorus: iann dior]
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

[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, 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)

[Chorus: iann dior]
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

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
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
Im 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 [?]
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

[Chorus: iann dior]
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)

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