Bryson Tiller - Top Of The World lyrics

Brandy, Dark Child Mase get Harlem on the rise Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on I went from Helly Hansen to mini mansions The girls in Aruba doing belly dancin' Spent half of my advance on jars from Branson To make it through my circumstances But you know I'm wiser now Move like Keyser now Got a bu*ter soft leather just to hide my pound Got a house in the valley come and find me now Got enough dough to buy the town So I might give a six to my chick Benz to my mom Crib so big it look like the center gone Give her a couch just to spill Henney on And been a don since Lotto's and Benneton Some people say that I am not the same girl They say I think that I am in my own world What makes them think that I have changed, yeah A little dough cannot erase my problems Me like you I have to try and solve them Yes everything is quite the same I'm just trying to be me Doing what I got to do Some people think that I'm Just sittin' on top of the world I'm just trying to be me Proving what I've got to prove Some people think that I'm Just sittin' on top of the world Sittin' on top of the world Sittin' on top of the world Top of the world (x3) I wonder why it's often said that my life's A fairy tale and everything is so right I wish that you could know the truth, yeah My life is real so please don't get it twisted Problems the same and got to be dealt with These are the things I wish you knew, oh Always in someone's eye so many questions why How is it to be down with me, with me Afraid to express myself always me and someone else I need to be free but it's not that easy I'm just trying to be me Doing what I got to do Some people think that I'm Just sittin' on top of the world I'm just trying to be me Proving what I've got to prove Some people think that I'm Just sittin' on top of the world Sittin' on top of the world Sittin' on top of the world Top of the world (x3) Don't understand why People think I don' t have friends Who knew me back when This was my dream But nothing has changed I still do the same things Yo, we can cut the talking short If it ain't about cake I ain't sittin on top, I want a house on the lake I'm that snotty nosed cat wit a new BM If you mess wit Brandy, I got to bruise your chin I be with Puff, the girls be like Who's his friend If I hit a chick once, she probably move me in So you gotta tell me right now Either you wit the cats who make the hits Or the one that see the chips (Slow down Mase, you're k**ing 'em) But don't stop it What's the use of buying away If I'mma have to chop it I used a leather lady till I learned her logic She only mess wit Mase, no the money ain't no object If it ain't Cris, he won't pop it If it ain't platinum wit' ice, he won't rock it If it don't cost 60, he don't drop it If it don't come with TV's, he don't cop it You can stop it I'm just trying to be me Doing what I got to do Some people think that I'm Just sittin' on top of the world I'm just trying to be me Proving what I've got to prove Some people think that I'm Just sittin' on top of the world Sittin' on top of the world Sittin' on top of the world Sittin' on top of the world Top of the world (x3) Sittin' on top of the world Top of the world (x3) Sittin' on top of the world Yeah, Brandy on top of the world Dark Child on top of the world Mase be on top of the world, what? Harlem World be on top of the world Brandy on top of the world Dark Child on top of the world M-A-Dolla sign-E all over the world Brandy, all over the world All over the world All over the world Yeah, yeah, yeah What, what Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, what