Artist: B.o.B f/ Ludacris, T.I. Album: Who The F#*k Is B.o.B? Song: On Top of the World Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: DJ Scream talking over Chorus] And now... for the conclusion! DJ Scream, DJ Spinz MLK, "Who The F#*k Is BOB the Mixtape" SCREAM~! We did it again Until the next chapter We out! [Chorus: B.o.B.] I used to dream (I used to dream) ohh-whoa (ohh!) About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls) But now I see (now I see) ohh-whoa! (ohh!) Because I'm sittin on top of the world! (the whole world) And now I see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) Cause I'm sittin on top of the world! (ay, ay, ay, ay) And now I see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) Cause I'm sittin on top of the world! (ay, ay, yeah, yeah) [B.o.B] (HOOD RICH!!) I ain't forget it - I remember my past Yes I re-member the roaches and the squirrels and rats I had to, heat up some water just to wash off my ass And in the winter, yes all we had was heaters and matches Now - I'm, on your TV on the cover mags so when these haters be crabbin, at 'em I'm laughin cause You don't know me, you don't know shit 'bout my past So when you, hate B.o.B you only hate on my mast I, remember listenin to "Chicken & Beer" when I was failing my classes with all of my peers and I remember listening to "King of the South" I'm trap music, and now I know what this is about [Chorus] [Ludacris] Luda, Luda! Hear my heart on this one True story! Rest in peace Wayne Bridges They say what goes up must come down but I ain't reach my cruisin 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 with six figures Cause I'm a self-made nappy headed RICH NIGGA! (OHH!) Private planes help me travel in peace To fo' cities in one day and fo' 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 (WOO!) Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put 'em all in houses, cleaned up all of my friends' credit (true!) And now they witnessed all the glitz and the glamour Catch us eatin at Straits Atlanta with women with table manners Orderin Singaporean lobster Celebratin comin from nothin to winnin Grammy's and rappers winnin Oscars Yeah, and they say rappers shouldn't act, nah suckers We see Samuel Jackson like, "WHAT'S UP MOTHERFUCKER!" [Chorus] [T.I.] Hey, hey, hey, hey I made it momma! Hey, hey I know them haters don't stop plottin and wishin we fall Cause I'm standin on top lookin down at it all (I see you) I know from down there to y'all, it seems like I got it all Homie I ain't get enough, we still tryin to triple up That's why we got StreetCred and Akoo buildin up Say I'm doin too much, shit, I say I ain't did enough Remember sayin, "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 Run (appreciate it nigga) But never mind what I been through, just look at what I become All this shit I've avoided, what it done for my sons and daughters and momma; just call her I sold dope and dropped out of school, seems it's all they can see They don't notice none of my family did that since me (nah) I broke that cycle, now my family live a live for Mandatory minimals, but not when the judge sentence us Cousins in college, where you think they get tuition from? (Answer that) Just for standin 'round wishin, huh? Hey while you stand around lookin dumb, I make it happen Takin action over time, got damn good at it [Chorus]