On Top of the World Rick Ross (Ft. Avery Storm)

This is mafia music
And a maybach that is
Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby

[Avery Storm]
The last bird flew the coop
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 sittin on top if the world and I'm not comin' down

[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 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 paid us counterfeit
He count chips but that trick may have got 'em flip
We ain't playin man slang for them dollar bills
Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill