DJ Khaled Ft Ace Hood & Poo Bear – Standing on the Mountain Top Lyrics

Standing on the Mountain Top Lyrics by DJ Khaled Ft Ace Hood & Poo Bear

[Chorus: Pooh Bear]
Standing on the mountain top
Counting all this money
Laughing at you haters
Ain’t nothing gonna save you

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Yeah
Welcome back
Another small Buy
We global
Feel my pain
[Verse 1: DJ Khaled]
The internet can’t deal with a nigga like me
Cause I keep it so hood, yeah I keep it so street
The industry hate but they gotta see me
Turn your TVs on bet all you see is me
Nah I ain’t playing why you trying to blame me
Might as well hate the world instead of hating on me (Pussy ass nigga)

[Bridge: Pooh Bear & DJ Khaled]
And we taking over (Yeah)
One label at a time (Yeah, fuck nigga, yeah)

[Verse 2: DJ Khaled]
I need that clearance, feed me more
Come to think about it, you need it more
Uh, I am Miami
I do this for Miami
24 and 7 trays
Yeah, nigga we born and raised
TS, Joe Crack, we showed them
Damn right, I’m so conceited
I know it made you sick
Guess what, it made me rich
Shout out to all my DJs
Projects, I know you feel me
Thank God for rubber bands
Thanks for brown paper bags
Phantoms on paper tags
This one’s for all the fans (We The Best)

[Chorus: Pooh Bear & DJ Khaled]
Standing on the mountain top (Yeah)
Counting all this money (Yeah)
Laughing at you haters (Fuck nigga)
Ain’t nothing gonna save you
Standing on the mountain top (Yeah)
Counting all this money (Yeah)
Laughing at you haters (Fuck nigga)
Ain’t nothing gonna save you

[Interlude: DJ Khaled & Ace Hood]
I Introduce you to
Ace Hood
Get em’

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Mo’ money, mo’ problems
They holler, I get ’em, I got ’em
I bought ’em Bugattis
The beast and I feast, from the bottom
The youngest in charge
Feed ’em heat with the teeth with the lava
Ain’t stopping, I’m steady mobbing
Leave you inside of a coffin
Bitch I am Ace, that’s the H to the double-O-D
And when you mention greatness, bitch
You better be mentioning me
And when you say the best
You definitely mentioning we
They said I couldn’t do it
Proving them ludicrous niggas who doubted the music
They influenced and moved it through me
I’m Times 3, hit a fiend and it’s deeper than me
Call me Young HOV they way I change and I bank on the beat
My abum coming, tell em pussies they staying asleep
It’s G-U-T-T-A, I serve ’em as raw as the beef
My replication of this creature I mention it’s me
My album dropping, see the dead will be living through me
That means greatness as Biggie and Pac deceased