Prophets With Profit lyrics

*Damn Brandon*
[Intro]
Lotta n*ggas wanna hate on me, Whats the reason? n*gga who knows..see I'm focused on the wrong sh*t we just gonna knock the new door, we just running out the new door, preaching prophets I'm just preaching prophets, need my dollars like crefelo, need my dollars like crefelo


[Verse]
Eh, aye
Okay I smoke, I lean, I like smelling a motherf*ckin' plate, invite her to my room okay now that's a dinner date, sometimes I sit and wonder why these pus*y n*ggas hate, then I look inna mirror I'm reminded by my face, tried to take a sh*t, I f*cked 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, f*ck that f*ck that f*ck 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 rice, I'm talking racks on rack on racks on racks 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 n*gga Man-Man leave em' heaven sent, All these n*ggas ill I know they going to hell for f*ckin' round with prophets with all that f*ckin' profit

[Hook]
Imma Prophet a f*ckin prophet with all this profit[x2]
We gon profit cause imma prophet just like Moses he a Prophet, see Key! a prophet yes Imma prophet