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Rich Off Cocaine (Album Version Explicit)

Rich Off Cocaine (Album Version Explicit)

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Artist: Rick Ross

Lyrics

This is mafia music And a Maybach that is Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby Boss [Avery Storm:] The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof Ain't nothin but the wind in my hair I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [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 help me put 'em up She'll pull 'em down, tell you quick to hit 'em up Load a hundred rounds, bring it back she'll fill it up Like the time when them niggas payed us counterfeit He count chips but that trick may have got 'em flip We ain't playing man slang for them dollar bills Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill [Chorus: Avery Storm] Miami nights, I'm livin' the life Because I'm rich off cocaine Because I'm rich off cocaine The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof Ain't nothing but the wind in my hair I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [Rick Ross] How you seen a kilo started at a eight ball First 48 to homicide ain't soft Comin' from where hoes fuck ya for your paint job Catch a case and daddy let you know you can't call Coppin' 20 ki's gotta be finicky I got a tendency to send 'em up to Tennessee Black Infinity to condo right on Venice Beach I watch 'em snort a powder all while I'm chillin' sippin tea Lemons and honey, millions and money Gucci, Louis Vuitton, specifically homey My women imported, I'm never extorted I'm very important, 20 grand for the mortgage [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Baby mamas I hate 'em They just want you to pay 'em I'm in love with my babies Maybe 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 gotta 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 Selling dope ain't right I put it on my life Chickens put me in position to donate the rice [Chorus]

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