Lyrics:

[Intro: B.o.B]
I dont do much talking, let the money do it for me
And I dont 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 dont do no talking, I let my diamond do it for me
But Im blowing on loud, yea thats another story
Catch me in the building on the 37th story with a bad bitch screaming like Im bringing her to glory
Glory, yup, we the bank roll mob, she can run from the dick but she cant go far
Im 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 cant 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 aint gon get it cause it is nigga, you can bet the bank on that

[Hook: B.o.B]
I dont do much talking, let the money do it for me
And I dont 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 dont 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 2: B.o.B]
I can bet every chain on every verse I ever wrote, on every phrase on every note
No wedding ring, but Im married though to the game for forever more
You in the game but you never score, in every lane Im exceptional
Im on a plane where you never go
And they tell me that life is a bitch but I much prefer mary jane as a better ho
Aye, you see most of yall niggas just fake to me, stories made up like Maybelline
My niggas good for life, yall still trying to get from point A to B
And they say silence is golden, so my wrist be talking shit for me
And haters cant help but hate, shit I cant help but be chosen

[Hook: B.o.B]

[Verse 3: Spodee]
A up on my fitted cap, my momma told me always give the critics (snap)
Balling with the homies they can try and run up on me
We gon start tripping like they invented maps
Jordans with denim vests, spending more than your mortgage on Vino Pet
Roll up the cigars, amino fat
Not so big, hunnits come out the side
She aint sucking dick, she gotta jump out the ride
Another one thats choosing, thats the one Ill oblige
Focus on the money, only vocal for the moment
Niggas scavenging the hunger, wondering how I survived
For them beat the double but the triple
Burn em like a griddle, play a sucka nigga like a fiddle
I dont say a word if Im a kill em
Soon as I get the watch, just put em in the Nets Kerry Kittles

[Hook: B.o.B]