Profit Lyrics - Next To Nothing - Rittz

Yep, yep, yep, bitch I'm all about my (profit) 

Yep, yep, yep, don't even try to count my (profit) 

Yep, yep, yep, so stay the fuck up out my (profit) 

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah 

I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack 

And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash 

You ain't never seen a bull rider bumping UGK 

Nah homie, you ain't never seen that 

Fuck it, [?] 

Like a bucket seat 

Hip hop make em all lean back 

Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce 

Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud 

Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up 

Dirty blonde digger, ding dong, get out 

Yeah, Imma let the lid out, fuck puffing in this jar, lightning bug 

Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I'm nice enough 

To spot a punk like a homophobic 

I'm on it, my opponents know it 

Get your money up D-boy 

I ain't a D-boy, but my folks they grow it 

Done clipped the bud and done sold it 

I been sipping Bud, you ain't noticed? 

I'm in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby 

With an offering tray for that profit 

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Let me get started 

Targeting artists, ain't no dodging em, lodging them 

Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting shit 

No tours and shit, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges 

Cartman shit, working my big old tool like I know carpentry 

Pardon me it's the, nigga you know me, the hottest commodity 

Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty 

Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope 

No [?] copping me, nope 

P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail? 

I'll slow it down a minute (what?) 

Cause I ain't been around a minute 

These niggas feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute 

And I'll admit I get beside myself sometimes 

Only cause I know I got dope rhymes 

And my punch lines will fuck wit yo mind 

I'm bucking, bout my 

Photos 

I am a real Slumerican 

Told Yelawolf he can swear me in 

I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy 

When my album drop, everybody scared again 

And I'm prepared to win at all costs 

Y'all talk a lot of shit, tryna tear my skin 

And rumor has it I'm crazy, I need to see a therapist 

Well if the shoe fits, fuck it Imma wear it then 

Cause I'm a go getter, I would swear for ten 

I'm bout to turn up like a sombrero rim 

I'm kinda like a modern day Larry Flynt 

It's Slum shit, baby fuck Katy Perry fans 

I rep Atlanta, I ain't never been to Paris, France 

I switch lanes, crossing over like I'm Jeremy Lin 

You can't admire me, don't let me catch you staring pimp 

I'm like a great white shark in this aquarium 

When I was young, I knew kids out caroling 

Around the holidays, they were pistol carrying 

In the spare, getting paper was imperative 

Reaching in my pocket, only thing there was lint 

Well I compare with then, don't want to spare a cent 

We suited up in all black, in a pair of tens 

I ran up in a local baller's house, I lay it down 

Motherfucker, show me where it is 

I'm bout to take that profit