Carl So-Lowe - Sittin On Top Of The World lyrics

You wanna know what the f** I heard, b**h? I heard you wanna carbon copy me Not possible to succeed Bustin n***a's kneecaps, cuz greed is f**in wit weed Gimme more cheddar than Ellie No Hillbilly from Beverly Heavely sedated, still hated and Rated R You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall I got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a n***a pause Peep the Cars I'm in Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no f**ing sense Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and sh** Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory Unloaded at the end of the story I'm on top of the world, n***a... CHORUS: Sittin on top of the world Sittin on top of the world With 50 grand in my hand Steady puffin on a blunt Sippin hennessy and coke Gimme what you won't Sittin on top of the world Sittin on top of the world With my legs swingin, j**elry jingling baby Go head baby Lemme hit you with some real PUMP PUMP It's the number one contender So So Def memeber known as Brat Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm all that Krystal in my lap, chronic chokin me n***a's hopin we fall off But we won't, we don't All we do is keep f**in it up While all you do is keep lookin at us Known evidence is that I dispense hits And make more house quakes than Prince leavin mother f**ers dense One of the baddest b**hes on the planet Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it You can run, but you can't hide From this bad mannered individu-AL Gal from the West Side Hit em up I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich Hung in your pants Hotness from your bull-sh** And it's written all over your face You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place... CHORUS Now best believe I got more Trix up my sleeve Then that silly rabbit All day dream about G's and how I gots to have it Gotta weed habit, but I'm still on point One of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower The rough rhyme thrower, mother f**ers can't see Riding drop top roadsters, f** all that gold stuff Only Triangles dangle when I bust You see, n***as round town called this and that Said I sound like the Pound and my sh** was wack Dropped the album Funkdafied and they thought it was bold 30 days later, the LP went gold, and I'm... CHORUS