Rich by popular demand The wait is over homie Yes it is A town connect Know the city gon' feel this Damn right Say Toob I know you see me Say Chris What up boy I know both our pops Lookin' at us
[Chorus] I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoa About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls) But now I see (now I see) oh whoa Because I'm sitting on top of the world (the whole world) And now I see (hey) see (hey) see (hey) see Cause I'm sitting on top of the world And now I see (hey) see (hey) see (hey) see Sitting on top of the world
Man I remember before I say that wait let me issue this statement No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification Now I remember so vivid me and my niggas was living Sub-standard condition still handling business Still laughing and tripping still having the bitches I'm rapping now reminiscing and goddamn it we made it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flip it in eight days Thought that while in a room it was just the way to behave Kept the weight and the yey for most the paper we made in all dimes I ain't lying the pleasure was all mine Have big work to move but we served the small time I always out shined the niggas with small minds Who would of thought we would be arguably the greatest of all time 'Round here we developed such a sound down here But duplicate it off the steel it can only be found here Only listen to gs that other shit I don't hear Shit they so far in the rear how would I even care I'm too busy being a player staring at niggas careers Been talk about it for years and now we finally here
They say what goes up must come down But I ain't reached my cruisee 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 And see these 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 Private planes help me travel in peace To four cities in one day and four countries in one week Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my friends credit And now they witness all the glitz and the glamor Catch us eating at straits Atlanta with women with table manners Order in seeapore and lobster Celebrating coming from nothing to winning Grammy's and rappers winning Oscars And they say rappers shouldn't act nah suckers We see Samuel Jackson like whats up motherfucker!
I know them haters don't stop plotting and wish you would fall Cause I'm standing on top looking down at it all I see you down there to y'all this ain't like I got it all Homie I ain't get enough I'm still trying to triple up So all we got is street cred and a cool building up Say I'm doing too much shit I say I ain't did enough Remember saying 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 bun thanks to bigs and run But never mind what I've been through just look at what I become All the shit I've avoided what I done for my sons And daughters and momma just call her I sold dope and dropped out of school seems its all they can see They don't notice none of my family did that since me I broke that cycle now my family live a life of Mandatory minimals but not when the judge sentence them Cousins in college where you think they get tuition from (answer that) Jeffrey standing around wishing huh And while you standing around looking dumb I make it happen taking action over time goddamn good at it