Come and get it 'fore it gets you lead headed Shuttle jacked up Double barrel shots Either your there or you’re not True vulture my man Why you want what I got Yo money watch that red dot On your brow, corpus clocked Get down to hell drop As your whole life Flashes before your eyes And don’t nobody know why True vulture my man
[Hook] Its money man, yo money Its money man Fuck da time I keep the mic in my hand cuz (buck) dem no understand
[Verse 2] True vulture my man Gunna bring the subculture Get ran through like the hole in your head Go there and you’re dead Nothings fair except fare Collateral damage (buck) You’re expendable Fuck that, collect capital it stacks into stupid dough Use the star axis to set it Monsters in cubicles Take that death by jacked funeral Full blown and gagged individuals Am I a savage hell yea, like you didn't know Future primitive digital Black google visual Runaway the rebels cut and fall snap back Pro-line original Stay some time in official ohooh Shit that’s so federal Missile represent it Don’t know, don’t ever forget it ho
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[Verse 3] Walkers will never know Fuck ya performance That live break houses the visual No different from the recorded transmission (buck) in the studio Two black and blue trenches So thou pay my food plus capital Its money, mayne Try to hang but got banged By dat black bookoo Flamed to wax voodoo See 'em layin dead ass like shrooms Eat a cap and watch the bass Launch the face off the moon While im takin new cakes and find A new way to get blown Your money’s my money mayne What’s up with the struggle Get down wit it or get gauged By the laws of the jungle