Top of The World

(feat. Ma$e)

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 Tarzan now

Got a butter soft cover 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

CHORUS: I'm just trying to be me

Doing what I've 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, top of the world, top of the world

Sittin' on top of the world

Top of the world, top of the world, top of the world

Yeah yeah

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

CHORUS: I'm just trying to be me

Doing what I've 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

Don't understand why

People think I don' t have friends

Who knew me back when

This was my dream

Nothing has changed

I still do the same things, oh oh oh

Yo, we can cut the truckin' 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 your 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 killing '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 won't drop it

If it don't come with TV's, he don't cop it

You can stop it

CHORUS: I'm just trying to be me

Doing what I've 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

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

Sittin' on top of the world