"Prophets With Profit" lyrics
OG Maco + Key Lyrics
(feat. Key!)
(Damn Brandon)
Lotta niggas wanna hate on me, What's the reason? Nigga, who knows
Lotta niggas wanna hate on me, What's the reason? Nigga, who knows
See 'em focused on the wrong shit
We just gonna knock the new door
We just running out the new door
Ay, Preaching prophets I'm just preaching prophets, uh
Ay, Need my dollars like Crefelo, uh, need my dollars like Crefelo, ay
Okay I smoke, I lean, I like smelling a motherfuckin' plate
Invite her to my room, okay, now, that's a dinner date
Sometimes I sit and wonder why these pussy niggas hate
Then I look inna mirror, I'm reminded by my face
Tryna to take a shit, I fucked up the count
So I called her over cause I don't like to count it
I said that ass astounding, I said that mouth astounded
I tell you where I found her, fuck that fuck that fuck that
Tell me where that money, I need that need that need that
Happy birthday, Mack, I just bought that boy a Mac
It hold 50 shots, but no need to talk bout that
I had to clean the image, so I can make some extra racks
I'm talkin' racks on rack on racks on racks on racks on rack on rack
I really need them M's cause I ain't satisfied with stacks
I had to put her out cause I wasn't satisfied with that
I rather make U Guessed it, I rather count U Guessed it
Yo flaw is evident, my flow is heaven sent
They run up on a nigga ManMan leave em' heaven sent
All these niggas I'll, I know they going to hell
For fuckin' round with prophets with all that fuckin' profit
I'mma Prophet, a fuckin prophet with all this profit
I'mma Prophet, a fuckin prophet with all this profit
We gon' profit cause I'mma prophet just like Moses he a Prophet, see KEY! a prophet, yes, I'mma prophet
I'mma profit, yeah, I'mma prophet
I'mma prophet, I'mma prophet
I'mma profit, yeah, I'mma prophet
Just like Moses, I'mma prophet, Just like Moses
Lotta niggas wanna hate on me, What's the reason? Nigga, who knows
Lotta niggas wanna hate on me, What's the reason? Nigga, who knows
See 'em focused on the wrong shit
We just gonna knock the new door
We just running out the new door
Ay, Preaching prophets I'm just preaching prophets, uh
Ay, Need my dollars like Crefelo, uh, need my dollars like Crefelo, ay
Okay I smoke, I lean, I like smelling a motherfuckin' plate
Invite her to my room, okay, now, that's a dinner date
Sometimes I sit and wonder why these pussy niggas hate
Then I look inna mirror, I'm reminded by my face
Tryna to take a shit, I fucked up the count
So I called her over cause I don't like to count it
I said that ass astounding, I said that mouth astounded
I tell you where I found her, fuck that fuck that fuck that
Tell me where that money, I need that need that need that
Happy birthday, Mack, I just bought that boy a Mac
It hold 50 shots, but no need to talk bout that
I had to clean the image, so I can make some extra racks
I'm talkin' racks on rack on racks on racks on racks on rack on rack
I really need them M's cause I ain't satisfied with stacks
I had to put her out cause I wasn't satisfied with that
I rather make U Guessed it, I rather count U Guessed it
Yo flaw is evident, my flow is heaven sent
They run up on a nigga ManMan leave em' heaven sent
All these niggas I'll, I know they going to hell
For fuckin' round with prophets with all that fuckin' profit
I'mma Prophet, a fuckin prophet with all this profit
I'mma Prophet, a fuckin prophet with all this profit
We gon' profit cause I'mma prophet just like Moses he a Prophet, see KEY! a prophet, yes, I'mma prophet
I'mma profit, yeah, I'mma prophet
I'mma prophet, I'mma prophet
I'mma profit, yeah, I'mma prophet
Just like Moses, I'mma prophet, Just like Moses
