Profit Lyrics

Profit - Priddy Ugly

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Get the money

Get the bag

That’s the logic

I’m not messing with your energy

I’m not messing with your energy

It’s toxic

You sipping Henny with my enemies

& talk shit

Yeah

I am into guap, you into gossip

Yeah

Y’all are into props, I’m into profit

I’m not messing with your energy, it’s toxic

I don’t ever know how much is in my pockets

When I think that it’s a little, it's a lot b****

Get the money, get the bag, that’s the logic

Get the money, get the bag

Once you done with that

Run it back

Need to double that

Let numbers add

Hunnid Racks

& want it cash

I don’t want it taxed

I had nothing, I had jack

They ain’t cut me slack

I was sitting overwhelmed, they ain’t understand

I was broke, they couldn’t tell

Ain’t had a hundred rand (R100)

Put rubber bands on her lap, I bet she gonna dance

A gun in hand, made these boys do the running man

Run it up

It is not enough

Need my money up

Need my money stuffed

‘til my money need a tummy tuck

I need trust…

Trust that money can not buy me love

The search for money might just find me luck…

Try’na cash out

Not try’na crash, glad I didn’t take the fast route

Not good at math, so your cash you let the bank count ??

It’s not an act, for a bag she’ll pull her pants down

Off an App, making more racks than her dad now

Hmmm, your energy is toxic

You getting friendly with my enemies is not it

(Stop)

I am into guap, you into gossip

(Guap)

Y’all are into props, I’m into profit

I’m not messing with your energy it’s toxic

I remember, wasn’t plenty in my pockets

Wasn’t any, now there’s many

It’s a lot b****

Get the Benji’s, get the fetties is the logic

Get the Benji’s

Get the fetty

The guaps plenty

I payed tjotjo in Limpopo

& the cop’s pedi

If you not ready

On my block, you get shot plenty

Used to count pennies

Now my chain shine like confetti

The drop’s heavy on my box

Yours is stock steady

You see the colour on the top

It’s a hot cherry

Need a hot meddie on my crotch -

On Ciroc berry

Tuck that Glock by your jocks

That’s a prop really

Really…??

I am really ‘bout my profit

Key to the city, I’m a locksmith

You gon’ need a mop quick

Dripping from the shoes that’s a drop kick

Catch up, you gon’ find out where the sauce is

You counting losses

You lost your girl, you gon’ find her in my mosh pit

Looking for me, you gon’ find me with the bosses

I’m looking fly, you can find me where the shop is

You not fly ‘cause your feathers from an ostrich

Hmmm, your energy is toxic

You getting friendly with my enemies is not it

(Stop)

I am into guap, you into gossip

(Guap)

Y’all are into props, I’m into profit

I’m not messing with your energy it’s toxic

I remember, wasn’t plenty in my pockets

Wasn’t any, now there’s many

It’s a lot b****

Get the Benji’s, get the fetties is the logic