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TI feat. Ludacris & B.o.B - On Top of the World
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
B.o.B
B.o.B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Rackley
Brandon Rackley
Songwriter
James Rosser
James Rosser
Songwriter
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Songwriter
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Elliott Carter
Elliott Carter
Recording Engineer
Nard & B
Nard & B
Producer
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Rich by popular demand (the wait is over homie) Yes, it is! A-Town, connect! (Know the city gon' feel this) damn right! Say Toot, I know you see me ('Cris!) What up, boy? I know both our pops lookin at us I used to dream, I used to dream, oh whoa (Wayne Bridges, what up?) About the money and the cars and girls and the girls (let's go) But now I sing, now I sing, oh whoa (Big Phil, we made this shit happen, homie) Because I'm sitting on top of the world, the whole world And now I sing, sing, sing, sing (history in the makin'!) 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world (Momma I did it!) And now I sing, sing, sing, sing 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world Man, I remember before I say that wait, let me issue this statement No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification Now I remember so vivid, me and my niggas was living Sub-standard condition, still handling business Still laughing and tripping, still having the bitches I'm rapping now reminiscing and goddammit we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flipping it eight days Thought that wild and unruly was just the way to behave Kept the weight and the yey for most the paper We made in all dimes, I ain't lying, the pleasure was all mine Have big work to move but we served the small time I always out shined the niggas with small minds Who would of thought we would be arguably the greatest of all time? Around here we developed such a sound down here But duplicate it off the steel it can only be found here Only listen to G's, that other shit I don't hear Shit they so far in the rear, how would I even care? I'm too busy being a player, staring at nigga's careers Been talkin' 'bout it for years and now we finally here I used to dream, I used to dream, oh whoa About the money and the cars and girls and the girls But now I sing, now I sing, oh whoa Because I'm sitting on top of the world, the whole world And now I sing, sing, sing, sing 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world And now I sing, sing, sing, sing (true story) 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world They say what goes up must come down But I ain't reached my cruising 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 for six figures 'Cause I'm a self made nappy headed rich nigga Private planes help me travel in peace To four cities in one day and four 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 witness all the glitz and the glamor Catch us eating at straits Atlanta with women with table manners Order in Singapore and lobster Celebrating coming from nothing to winning Grammy's And rappers winning Oscars And they say rappers shouldn't act, nah suckers We see Samuel Jackson like what's up motherfucker I used to dream, I used to dream, oh whoa About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls) But now I sing, now I sing, oh whoa Because I'm sitting on top of the world, the whole world And now I sing, sing, sing, sing 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world And now I sing, sing, sing, sing 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world I know them haters don't stop plotting and wish you would fall 'Cause I'm standing on top looking down at it all Know from down there to ya'll it seem like I got it all Homie I ain't get enough, I'm still trying to triple up So all we got is street cred and akoo building up Say I'm doing too much shit, I say I ain't did enough Remember saying, 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 Ron But never mind what I've been through, just look at what I become All the shit I've avoided, what I done for my sons And daughters and momma just call her I sold dope and dropped out of school seems its 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 life of Mandatory minimals but not when the judge sentence them Cousins in college where you think they get tuition from? Just from standing around wishing, huh And while you standing around looking dumb I make it happen taking action over time got damn good at it I used to dream, I used to dream, oh whoa About the money and the cars and girls and the girls But now I sing, now I sing, oh whoa Because I'm sitting on top of the world, the whole world And now I sing, sing, sing, sing 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world And now I sing, sing, sing, sing 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world (yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Clifford J. Harris, Christopher Brian Bridges, Brandon Rackley, James Bernard Jr. Rosser, Bobby Ray Simmons Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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