Chosen B.o.B (Ft. Spodee & T.I.)

[Intro: B.o.B]
I don't do much talking, let the money do it for me
And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey now you know I don't do no talking, I let my diamond do it for me
But I'm blowing on loud, yea that's another story
Catch me in the building on the 37th story with a bad bitch screaming like I'm bringing her to glory
Glory, yup, we the bank roll mob, she can run from the dick but she can't go far
I'm in the Dominican Republic, got a couple bitches fucking on some cherry red seats and a mango card
A mango card? I know you heard about that, still a dope boy got birds on deck
Talking parakeets though, cause you a stool pigeon know you can't wait to run and spread the word bout that
And I never will let 'em, a pussy nigga keep me from being dope boy fresh
And they ain't gon' get it cause it is nigga, you can bet the bank on that

[Chorus: B.o.B]
I don't do much talking, let the money do it for me
And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen
(And what it mean when you come up from the bottom?)
That just mean that you was chosen
And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen