On Top Of The World
- B.o.B (2008)You are listening to the song On Top Of The World by B.o.B, writer by T.I in album Paper Trail. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
[Intro:]
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is, A-Town connection
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toot, I know you see me, 'Cris
Whattup boy
I know both our pops lookin at us.
Let's go
Big Phil, we made this shit happen homie
History in the makin'
Momma I did it.
[Refrain:]
I used to dream (I used to dream) ohh-whoa (ohh!)(Wayne Bridges, whattup)
About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)(Let's go)
But now I see (now I see) (Big Phil, we made this shit happen homie
History in the makin') ohh-whoa! (ohh!)
Because I'm sittin on top of the world! (the whole world)(Momma I did it)
And now I see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) see (ay)
Cause I'm sittin on top of the world! (ay, ay, ay, ay)
And now I see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) see (ay)
Cause I'm sittin on top of the world! (ay, ay, yeah, yeah).
[Ver 1:]
Ay, man I remember 'fore I stay that way, let me issue this statement
No way should reflection be mistaken for glorification
Now I remember so vivid, me and my niggas was livin'
Sub-standard condition, still handling business
Still laughin' and trippin', still having the bitches
I'm rapping not reminiscing, and goddamn it we did it
From trappin', standin' and pitchin' with riches stand in the kitchen
Splittin' it eight ways, flip it in eight days
Thought to wild and unruly but just the way to behave
Kept the weigh and the yay' for most the paper we made
And all dimes, I ain't lyin, the pleasure was all mine
Had big work to move but we served the small time
Always outshine the niggas with small minds
Who would thought we'd be arguably the greatest of all time
Round here, we develop such a sound down here
Been duplicated often still can only be found here
Only listen to G's, that other shit I don't hear
Shit, they so far in the rear, why would I even care
I'm too busy a player, stare at niggas careers
Been talkin 'bout it for years and now we finally here.
[Refrain]
[Ver 2:]
Luda, Luda
Hear my heart on this one
True story
Rest in peace Wayne Bridges
They say what goes up must come down
But I ain't reach my cruisin' altitude
Take a look at what I did
But can you imagine what I'm about to do
The places I'm 'bout to go and the money I'm 'bout to see
Gave Bill Gates some binoculars and said, look out for me
Exceeded expectations, even at Def Jam
Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man
My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures
Cause I'm a self-made nappy headed rich nigga
Private planes help me travel in peace
To fo' cities in one day and fo' countries in one week
Cause I, work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart to
Put one of my partners right through culinary art school
Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
Put 'em all in houses, cleaned up all of my friends' credit
And now they witnessed all the glitz and the glamour
Catch us eatin' at Straits Atlanta with women with table manners
Ordering Singaporean lobster
Celebrating coming from nothing to winning Grammy's
And rappers winning Oscars
Yeah, and they say rappers shouldn't act, nah suckers
We see Samuel Jackson like, whassup motherfucker.
[Refrain]
[Ver 3:]
I made it momma
I know them haters don't stop plottin' and wishin' we fall
Cause I'm standin' on top lookin' down at it all
I know from down there to y'all, it seems like I got it all
Homie, I ain't get enough, we still tryin' to triple up
That's why we got StreetCred and Akoo building up
Say I'm doing too much, shit I say I ain't did enough
Remember sayin', damn, if I could just get to a million plus
And now I'm like, shit what the fuck is a million bucks
Triple that on my bond, thanks to Bigs and Run
But never mind what I been through, just look at what I become
All this shit I've avoided, what it done for my sons
And daughters and momma, just call her
I sold dope and dropped out of school
Seems it's all they can see
They don't notice none of my family did that since me
I broke that cycle
Now my family live a live for
Mandatory minimals
But not when the judge sentence us
Cousin's in college
Where you think they get tuition from
Just for standin 'round wishin, huh
Hey while you stand around lookin' dumb, I make it happen
Takin' action over time, goddamn good at it.
[Refrain]
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