on top of the world (the whole world) And now I sing sing sing sing cause I'm sitting on top of the world And now I sing sing sing sing sitting on top
sitting on top of the world (the whole world) And now I sing sing sing sing cause I'm sitting on top of the world And now I sing sing sing sing sitting on top
all see's all Because... [Chorus] [Verse 3: B.o.B] Yeah, well these are my predictions I'll be on the top 40 with a big hit Travelling the World trying
up But I rock with this stuff So my stocks just went up You know my flow Yeah it's B dot O Yeah it's B dot O Yeah it's B dot O And you know my flow Yeah
re-know my pain Now let's pretend like I'm on the stage And when my beat drops everybody goes insane (Ok) And everybody know my name (B.o.B) And everywhere
front of their face [Verse 3 - B.o.B] Yeah, well these are my predictions Ill be on the top 40 with a big hit travelling the World trying not to get
it on, but there's no leg room No water bed, just a boat with a bedroom Now you tell me who can top this Hey, laying on the deck topless Got two different
on a tree top The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need three spots 280 in, ain't no getting me back I'm yelling fuck the world, on my victory
money, she chasin me. I'm right where I wanna be, With da B on my bentley, Da horse on my lambo, Crown on my cadalac, Checks on my air max. Haters, better
wrap", she still on the set Puttin' oil on her legs, like she Gloria Velez She was eye candy in the Double XL Hopped of the page and on the skateboard
roll the weed, light it up nigga, Sippin on Gin and Juice fill up your cups nigga, The Westcoast back crackin' like it's 94', So bitch get on your knees
's and Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall blue and black Pennys' Listenin to Faith on the Funk Flex tape (Ah-HEH!) Like BAM, before
of G-Unit And replaced it with a muthafuckin "O" Remember when you told me "meet you on the top"? Check the sound scan quess who's on top, nigga Fake
and die for M.O.B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga one on one Last to fall is a baller