Sittin On Top Of The World – Da Brat – letras

You wanna know what the fuck I heard, bitch?I heard you wanna carbon copy me,Not possible to succeed.Bustin nigga’s kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weedGimme more cheddar than Ellie,No Hillbilly from BeverlyHeavely sedated, still hated and Rated RYou the next victim, and if you flinch you fallI got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a nigga pause.Peep the Cars I’m in.Uncountable amount of Benjamin’s, Benzes for all my friendsIf it don’t make dollars, you ain’t makin no fucking senseGet relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shitTry to take mine to thy nine be the gloryUnloaded at the end of the story,I’m on top of the world, nigga…CHORUS:Sittin on top of the worldSittin on top of the worldWith 50 grand in my handSteady puffin on a bluntSippin hennessy and coke,Gimme what you won’t.Sittin on top of the worldSittin on top of the worldWith my legs swingin, jewelry jingling babyGo head baby.Lemme hit you with some real PUMP PUMPIt’s the number one contenderSo So Def memeber known as BratGirlfriend offender cuz they man’s think I’m all thatKrystal in my lap, chronic chokin meNigga’s hopin we fall offBut we won’t, we don’t.All we do is keep fuckin it up.While all you do is keep lookin at us.Known evidence is that I dispense hitsAnd make more house quakes than Prince leavin mother fuckers denseOne of the baddest bitches on the planet.Act like you know it’s the funk bandit dammit, and you can’t stand it.You can run, but you can’t hideFrom this bad mannered individu-AL Gal from the West SideHit em up.I can’t quick stick like the bottom of an ostrichHung in your pantsHotness from your bull-shitAnd it’s written all over your faceYou want my space but ain’t got what it takes to take my place…CHORUSNow best believe I got more Trix up my sleeveThen that silly rabbitAll day dream about G’s and how I gots to have itGotta weed habit, but I’m still on point,one of the most wanted to rock off somebody’s joint.It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower,The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can’t seeRiding drop top roadsters, fuck all that gold stuffOnly Triangles dangle when I bust.You see, niggas round town called this and that,Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack.Dropped the album Funkdafied and they thought it was bold,30 days later, the LP went gold, and I’m…