Botany Boyz - Sittin' on Top of the World lyrics

(*talking*) Forever Botany, sitting on top of the world (Hook) Sitting on (sitting on), sitting on (sitting on) Sitting, on top of the world Diamonds (diamonds), diamonds (diamonds) Diamond pearls, and girls Sitting on (sitting on), sitting on (sitting on) Sitting, on top of your girl Shining (shining), shining (shining) Shining, for the world (C-Note) My n***a we sitting on top of the world, with diamonds and pearls Girls that's addicted like curls, welcome to the world Suburbans and the Cadillacs Come equipped, with this game cause we ain't having that I'm about them paper stacks, a hundred thousand yeah they got us a mill The next year around this time, we'll be carrying a bill Come down the Boulevard, sideways As I blaze purple haze, and think of many ways Or I can keep paper chasing Or I can mash on the gas, catch for generation no more Clover hation Southern, gotta throw a platinum party And if them n***az want static, sh** I brought my 40 The Botany Boys, Botany Boys yeah we superstars The Botany Boys, Botany Boys play with platinum toys We coming switching the lane, and flying on planes And gripping the grain, our show sold out mayn n***a we (Hook) (D-Red) Dreams of a life, full of sunshine No playa hating, from them crooked a** one time And robbing dead, so it ain't no jacking for my ride You been exposed, to all the finer thangs that life provide Can't erase all the pain, that I left behind Now across the world I'm flying, counting dollar signs Mom and pop got acres, far as you could see About to give two hundred thee, to the community To separate from all the drama, and the violence We set the Clover on the ocean, called it island To keep time, nothing but Roley's being wound up Two story pads, being built from the ground up Diamonds scattered, from the iced out bezyltine Boppers staring at the Bentley, sitting on 17's Counting grands, and the fans showing nothing but love Like Note told ya, putting rocks all up in your mug we on top of the world (Hook) (Will-Lean) Sitting on top of the globe, getting blowed Like tailor made suits, this game is getting sowed Wrecking these boys call a truck, they getting towed Shine up all the pearls, diamonds and all the golds We gon show em how we roll, foreigns and limos Mashing with O do's, gla**ed out patios Black lacquer fo's, grey matalic Rolls Preaching with callicos, leave you with bullet holes We pro fa sho, by these hoes they love clothes Versacci Armani, Bobby Joe's and Havanna Jones Big Shots, that's sitting on top Smash off in my drop, sitting on blocks Chop chop chop, goes them blades when I floss Navigator with the bop, perpetrate they getting tossed Wrist full of frost, ice gleaming like pearls Big Shots, sitting on top of the world (Hook)