[Mase]
 Brandy  Dark Child
 Mase Kid  Harlem on the rise
 Come on  come on  come on  come on  come on
 I went from Helly Hanson to many mansions
 To girls in Aruba doing belly dancin'
 Spent half of my advance on jars from Branson
 To make it through my circumstances
 But you know I'm wiser now
 Move like Tarzan now
 Got a butter soft cover just to hide my pound
 Got a house in the valley come and find me now
 Got enough dough to buy the town
 So I might give a six to my chick
 Benz to my mom
 Crib so big it look like a synagogue
 Give her a couch just to spill Henney on
 And been a don since lotto's and Benneton
 [Brandy]
 Some people say that I am not the same girl
 They say I think that I am in my own world
 What makes them think that I have changed
 A little dough cannot erase my problems
 Me like you I have to try and solve them
 Yes everything is quite the same
 [Chorus]
 I'm just trying to be me
 Doing what I gotta do
 Some people think that I'm
 Just sittin' on top of the world
 I'm just trying to be me
 Proving what I gotta prove
 Some people think that I'm
 Just sittin' on top of the world
 I wonder why it's often said that my life's
 A fairy tale and everything is so right
 I wish that you could know the truth
 My life is real so please don't get it twisted
 Problems the same and got to be dealt with
 These are the things I wish you knew
 Always in someone's eye so many questions why
 How is it to be down with me, with me
 Afraid to express myself always me and someone else
 I need to be free but it's not that easy
 Chorus
 Don't understand why
 People think I don't have friends
 Who knew me back when
 This was my dream nothing has changed
 I still do the same things
 [Mase]
 Yo, we can cut the truckin' short
 If it ain't about cake
 I ain't sittin' on top, I want a house on the lake
 I'm that snotty nosed cat wit' a new BM
 If you mess wit' Brandy, I got to bruise your chin
 I be with Puff, the girls be like
 Who's your friend
 If I hit a chick once, she probably move me in
 So you gotta tell me right now
 Either you wit' the cats who make the hits
 Or the one that see the chips
 (Slow down Mase, you're killing 'em)
 But don't stop it
 What's the use of buying away
 If I'mma have to chop it
 I used love a lady 'til I learned the logics
 She only messes wit' Mase cause the money ain't no object
 If it ain't Cris, he won't pop it
 If it ain't platinum wit' ice, he won't rock it
 If it don't cost 60, he don't drop it
 If it don't come with TV's, he don't cop it
 You can't stop it
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, what
 Chorus
 [Mase]
 Yeah, Brandy on top the world
 Dark Child on top of the world
 Mase be on top of the world, what?
 Harlem World be on top of the world
 Brandy on top of the world
 Dark Child on top of the world
 M-A-Dolla sign-E all over the world
 Brandy, all over the world
 All over the world
 All over the world
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 What, what
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, what