Top of the World - Trey Songz

Money on my mind so these haters in a way

Having conversation with the paper every day

I ain’t talking short bread, girl with that magic cake

Plus I spend it I can’t take it when the lord take me away

With my lighter, with my lighter

Hey sissi, fill my drink up

Ain’t no purple, ain’t no take up in this red cup but I’m fucked up

Staring at your body, god damn your sexy body

I’m trey I came to play I wanna use you as my hobby girl

Seen so many faces in this unfamiliar cities

Bright skylines got a nigga kinda dizzy

They trying to take my spot well they gonna have to come and get me

My crib is at the top, anybody rolling with me

If I could I would bring the whole hood to the top of the world, with me

Here’s my world, for free

Trynna give you what you came to see

If I could I would bring the whole hood to the top of the world, with me

Here’s my world, for free

Tryna to get what you came to see.

You say you’re working harder and I swear that you’re a liar

They swear they hot as me, but they never felt the fire

If you’re talking money, boy you preach into the choir

And I be in her brain she can’t think of nothing flyer for my nigga in the hood,

Looking at these other niggas that I’m wishing they would

Cause they ain’t no good,

If I could I would reach out my hands

Everybody that’s suffering

Push you down, get up again

Play by my rules, and fuck the plan!

Money on my mind so these haters in a way

Having conversation with the paper every day

I ain’t talking short bread, girl with that magic cake

Plus I spend it I can’t take it when the lord take me away

If I could I would bring the whole hood to the top of the world, with me

Here’s my world, for free

Trying to give what you came to see

If I could I would bring the whole hood to the top of the world, with me

Here’s my world, for free

Trying to give what you came to see.

Lately I’m smoking more

Trying to give what you came to see

Top of the world, with me

doing for…

Trying to give what you came to see

Yeah, lately I’m smoking more

But still I’m focused more,

I live today cause see tomorrow

I don’t know for sure

You who I wrote this for

Hmm, oh you’re dope for sure

Oh yeah, you’re raw, so get it cooking

Let 'em know you’re pure!

I pray for this, pray for this

So I’m made for this

You niggas are just pot holes in the road that I paved for this

Obama tried to turn this motherfucker round

And look, they’re trying to put that motherfucker down

Woman, please check for something, more than stilettos

And young girls, make these little niggas respect you

If I was your father, I’d never neglect you

So a nigga like me probally never met you

Probally something special, and I’m happy I met you

But you really wanna know me I just wanna sex you

After you wanna cuddle, I don’t want, but I let you

You made me promise, and I’m honest, try not to forget you!

Bond growing stronger with the brothers that look up to me

It’s more important than whatever that they fuck with me

Luckily my angel speak to god, like what’s up for me

My heart beat for the people who carry the love for me.

Left my feeling in the past, you can’t get in touch with me

If he want it I give him cash, I do it reluctantly

But that’s my nigga, I’mma put it back upon his feet

And is he far, he can still come right back to me.

Wish I could take everybody, nigga!