Rich Off Cocaine

Rick Ross & Avery Storm - Rap, In English
Rich Off Cocaine
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Duration: 4:26
Lyrics
[Intro: Rick Ross] J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League This is Mafia Music In a Maybach, that is Had to take it deeper than rap, baby [Chorus: Avery Storm & Rick Ross] The last bird flew the coup (Boss), I lose the roof Ain't nothin' but the wind in my hair I'm not bulletproof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast (I know) It ain't got to last (I know) Now I can't slow it down (I know) 'Cause I'm sittin' on top of the world and I'm not comin' down (Yeah) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Burnin' butter, got it smellin' like it's butterscotch Every bird, Boss take it to another notch Bitch, I'm busy, baby, go and suck another cock Fuck a hater, make me throw away another Glock Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot Guns in the attic, mama helped me put 'em up She'll pull 'em down, tell you quick to him 'em up Load a hundred rounds, bring it back, she'll fill it up Like the time when them niggas paid us counterfeit He count chips, but that trick may have got 'em flipped We ain't playin', man, slang for them dollar bills Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill [Pre-Chorus: Avery Storm & Rick Ross] Ooh, Miami nights (I'm livin') I'm livin' the life (I'm livin') 'Cause I'm rich off cocaine (Cocaine) 'Cause I'm rich off cocaine (From that yayo, uh) [Chorus: Avery Storm] The last bird flew the coup, I lose the roof Ain't nothin' but the wind in my hair I'm not bulletproof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast (I know) It ain't got to last (I know) Now I can't slow it down (I know) 'Cause I'm sittin' on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [Verse 2: Rick Ross] How you see a kilo? Started at a eight ball First forty-eight, the homicide ain't solved Comin' from where hoes fuck ya for your paint job Catch a case and daddy let you know you can't call Coppin' twenty kis, gotta be finicky I got a tendency to send 'em up to Tennessee Black Infinity, the condo right on Venice Beach I watch her snort up powder while I'm chillin', sippin' tea Lemons and honey, millions and money Gucci, Louis Vuitton specifically, homie My women imported, I'm never extorted I'm very important, twenty grand for the mortgage [Pre-Chorus: Avery Storm & Rick Ross] Ooh, Miami nights (I'm livin') I'm livin' the life (I'm livin' the life) 'Cause I'm rich off cocaine (I'ma keep it one hundred with you, baby) 'Cause I'm rich off cocaine (Keep it true) [Chorus: Avery Storm] The last bird flew the coup, I lose the roof Ain't nothin' but the wind in my hair I'm not bulletproof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast (I know) It ain't got to last (I know) Now I can't slow it down (I know) 'Cause I'm sittin' on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Baby mamas, I hate 'em, they just want you to pay 'em I'm in love with my babies, they be mad that I'm famous Don't be raisin' your voice, that's another retainer Know you missin' a nigga, know you missin' that anal Know you missin' that Prada, how we did the regatta She miss callin' me daddy, daddy drippin' in dollars Daddy did it in Vegas, yeah, I got a connect I get 'em ten a piece as long as I keep it correct Vacation to Haiti, it nearly broke my heart Seein' kids starve, I thought about my Audemar Sellin' dope ain't right, I put it on my life Chickens put me in position to donate the rice [Pre-Chorus: Avery Storm] Miami nights (I'm livin') I'm livin' the life (I'm) 'Cause I'm rich off cocaine (Big Ike, Convertible Burt) 'Cause I'm rich off cocaine (Boobie Gang) [Chorus: Avery Storm] The last bird flew the coup, I lose the roof Ain't nothin' but the wind in my hair I'm not bulletproof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast (I know) It ain't got to last (I know) Now I can't slow it down (I know) 'Cause I'm sittin' on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [Outro: Rick Ross & Avery Storm] You hatin' I'm gettin' money man (I'm not comin' down) I'm poppin' motherfuckin' bottles, nigga Maybach Music Group, I'm grindin' Every nigga in the group get a Maybach (I put in the leg work, I put in the time) On "Trilla", I was ten million up (I put everything I have) Now I'm nineteen million up (I put in the time) Yayo (It's all mine) Boss
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Credits
- Writers
- Rick Ross
- Avery Storm
- Kevin Crowe
- Erik Ortiz
- Willie Hutch