Like Woah

Look, I’m really sitting on top of the world

Don’t got a single thought or a care

Got me feeling like whoa, whoa, whoa,

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, welcome to the kingdom

And this the theme song

I’m in the building and I’m feeling like a big boss

Whoa, big shot, look at how it swish

Got 30 on my jersey and I’m all up in my Ziploc

Please, man’s got needs

Real big stepper, you can’t slow me

I’m a real big spender but I keep it lowkey

And I’m all about my paper, get that bread and that cheese, let’s eat like ooh

I’m really sitting on top of the world

Don’t got a single thought or a care

Feeling like whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I got the crowd going whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Now everybody screaming whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

It’s got me feeling like whoa

Like whoa, go

What the people really want from somebody like me?

Pull the car around the front, taking off at lightspeed

People tell me I’m the one, so I say politely

I done knew that from the jump, so it don’t surprise me

Said my fit’s dripped out and my future’s blinding

Went from a frozen dinner to finest dining

Moved the squad to the spot where the sun be shining

In the hills sitting poolside, chair reclining

Thinking

I’m really sitting on top of the world

Don’t got a single thought or a care

I’m feeling like whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I got the crowd going whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

And everybody screaming whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

It’s got me feeling like whoa

Like whoa, go

P-p-p-pull up on me we can get it poppin like some Redenbacher

Interstellar, I swear that my neck look like the stars above us

I’m the coldest, I’m golden, don’t ever try to top me

I’m knocking down every door that they put up to try to stop me

I’m Pacquiao with the punch and

I’m Basquiat with the portrait

I’m more than a mortal man I’m important beyond proportion

A verbal poet, I’m painting a pretty picture so gorgeous

Bring home the bacon, I’m getting that pork and stabbing my fork in, oh man!

Oh man, yeah, I had a plan

Driven by intuition, I sacrificed everything

Collected all of this wisdom, perfected all that I am

Protected my inner dreamer now me and him going HAM like

Look at me, boy

I told you this the theme song

My trajectory crazy no longer a kid I’m beyond pleasantries

All my enemies simply bitter peons

And we on next, steady plottin’ is what we be on

Yeah

Big chilling on top of the world

And still not a thought or a care

I’m feeling like whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I got the crowd going whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

And everybody screaming whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

It’s got me feeling like…