Top of the World

Brandy, Dark Child

Mase Kid Harlem on the rise

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

I went from Helly Hanson to many mansions

To 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 a synagogue

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 gotta do

Some people think that I'm just sittin' on top of the world

I'm just trying to be me, proving what I gotta 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, sittin' on top of the world

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

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

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 gotta do

Some people think that I'm just sittin' on top of the world

I'm just trying to be me, proving what I gotta 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

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 with a new BM

If you mess with 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 with

The cats who make the hits or the one that see the chips

But don't stop it

What's the use of buying away if I'm ma have to chop it

I used love a lady 'til I learned the logics

She only messes with Mase 'cause the money ain't no object

If it ain't Cris, he won't pop it,

If it ain't platinum with 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't stop it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, what

I'm just trying to be me, doing what I gotta do

Some people think that I'm just sittin' on top of the world

I'm just trying to be me, proving what I gotta prove

Some people think that I'm just sittin' on top of the world

Sittin' on top of the world

Yeah, Brandy on top 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