This is mafia music...  And a maybach that is  Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby...  Bossssss!    (Avery Storm)  Let's fly through the coop  I lose the roof  ain't nothin but the wind in my hair  I'm not bullet proof, i'm full of proof  That you can make it here  All that livin' fast  It ain't got to last  Now i can slow it down  because i'm sittin' 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 anotha 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 put'em down, tell you quick to hit'em up  Load a hundred round, bring it back, she'll fill it up  Like the time when the niggas pay this counterfeit  He count chips but that trick mayor got'em flip  We ain't playin man slang for them dollar bills  Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill    (Avery Storm)  Miami nights,  I'm livin the life  Cause I'm rich off cocaine  Cause I'm rich off cocaine  Let's fly through the coop  I lose the roof  ain't nothin but the wind in my hair  I'm not bullet proof, i'm full of proof  That you can make it here  All that livin' fast  It ain't got to last  Now i can slow it down  because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down    (Rick Ross)  How you see a kilo started at an eight ball  First 48 to homicide ain't soft  Comin from where hoes, fucking for your paint job  Catch you casin daddy let you know you king kong  cop a 20 keys gotta be finicky  I got a tendency to send 'em up to Tennessee  Black Infiniti   the kind you ride on Venice Beach  I watch you slow Apollo while i'm chillin sippin tea  lemons and honey, millions of money  Gucci, Louis Vitton, specifically homey  My woman imported, i'm neva extorted  I'm very important, 20 grand for the morgage    (Avery Storm)  Miami nights,  I'm livin the life  Cause I'm rich off cocaine  Cause I'm rich off cocaine  Let's fly through the coop  I lose the roof  ain't nothin but the wind in my hair  I'm not bullet proof, i'm full of proof  That you can make it here  All that livin' fast  It ain't got to last  Now i can slow it down  because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down    (Rick Ross)  Baby mamas i hate 'em  They just want you to pay them  I'm in love wit my babies  maybe makin em famous  Don't be raisin your voice  That's another retainer  Know you missing a nigga  Know you missin that anal  Know you missin that Prada  How we did in regada   She was callin me daddy  Daddy drippin in dollars  Daddy did it in Vegas  Yeah i gotta connect  I get em ten a piece as soon as I keep it correct  Vacation to Haiti   It nearly broke my heart  Seein kids starve  I thought about my ?  Sellin dope ain't right  I put it in my life  Chickens put me in position to donate the rice    (Avery Storm)  Miami nights,  I'm livin the life  Cause I'm rich off cocaine  Cause I'm rich off cocaine  Let's fly through the coop  I lose the roof  ain't nothin but the wind in my hair  I'm not bullet proof, i'm full of proof  That you can make it here  All that livin' fast  It ain't got to last  Now i can slow it down  because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta  these lyrics are last corrected by Trill Mir/Mir Graphix