Torch - Vultures Feat. Rick Ross lyrics

rate me

Chorus:

Look at all ‘em diamonds on them posters

The dough set your greed, turn most men to vultures, vultures

And my cold chick, most men she switched

Your close friends drift when dollars ain’t making sense! (make sense!)

Gotta stir out the water and then catch the fish

Gotta mower your lawns if you catch my drift

Them cobras know how to hop out the basket so

It’s cartel to the mother fucking casket close.

Better move wise, never lose ties

Never choose sides, cause you never know, you never knew them

Roles reversed, you… sense of humor

They’re saying you should try be the mind behind the shooter

Always smell the food… never let ‘em join you

That’s the quickest way you wanna take out when niggas order

You’re fake now! That’s the streets

They break down what you make,

now they’re all creep like the want beef

so I don’t keep you niggas informed

Cause you niggas inform as soon as a few niggas get on

You niggas is pourin, all the warrants for the alphabet super bitch

…they can’t kill, they send the fans too, but

My circle smaller than a quarter and a…

And I see some many lawyers on the team

I ain’t even gotta speak

Shit deep, now my circle like a dime

If you’re really in the streets, than you know this ain’t the rhyme!

Chorus:

Look at all ‘em diamonds on them posters

The dough set your greed, turn most men to vultures, vultures

And my cold chick, most men she switched

Your close friends drift when dollars ain’t making sense! (make sense!)

Gotta stir out the water and then catch the fish

Gotta mower your lawns if you catch my drift

Them cobras know how to hop out the basket so

It’s cartel to the mother fucking casket close.

Looking at the window, momma wondering how they get it

Tears in the eyes, knowing it was piles of the lyrics

Let me decide, why can’t it be both?

First class niggas doing bad, so fly

High hopes in the… I gotta…

Or the best weed in the West Coast that I can’t wait to smoke

They can’t trust niggas in my… to work

Rushing fire right under my designer shirt!

Made a million out a penny where I came from

Made a million in the building when the days comes

I came back for real, I hit the stage form

Perform on a… boy, and them days wrong!

They’re waiting like spaghetti

Beans in the bowl, garlic bread so deadly

Will you sit at the table? Better say your prayers

Cause anybody enable, shit, I’m praying on this!

Yes! Fuck niggas know it’s homicide

Fuck what you heard, I bring you right before your eyes

Troopers cease the mark of the beast

Flesh to my flesh, move you to mafia…

Chorus:

Look at all ‘em diamonds on them posters

The dough set your greed, turn most men to vultures, vultures

And my cold chick, most men she switched

Your close friends drift when dollars ain’t making sense! (make sense!)

Gotta stir out the water and then catch the fish

Gotta moan your lawns if you catch my drift

Them cobras know to hop out the basket so

It’s cartel to the mother fucking casket glow.

Thanks to bigguh for correcting these lyrics