Hustle Gang - Chosen Lyrics
[Hook: B.o.B]I don't do much talking, let the money do it for meAnd I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for meI just tell it how it is, while they be telling storiesWhen 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 meBut I'm blowing on loud, yea that's another storyCatch me in the building on the 37th story with a bad ***** screaming like I'm bringing her to gloryGlory, yup, we the bank roll mob, she can run from the dick but she can't go farI'm in the Dominican Republic, got a couple *****es f-cking on some cherry red seats and a mango cardA mango card? I know you heard about that, still a dope boy got birds on deckTalking parakeets though, cause you a stool pigeon know you can't wait to run and spread the word bout thatAnd I never will let 'em, a ***** n-gga keep me from being dope boy freshAnd they ain't gon' get it cause it is n-gga, you can bet the bank on that[Hook x2]I don't do much talking, let the money do it for meAnd I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for meI just tell it how it is, while they be telling storiesWhen 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 noteNowhere to rain but I'm married though to the game for forever moreYou in the game but you never score, in every lane I'm exceptionalI'm on a plane where you never goAnd they tell me that life is a ***** but I much prefer mary jane as a better hoAye, you see most of y'all n-ggas just fake to me, stories made up like maybellineMy n-ggas good for life, y'all still trying to get from point A to BAnd they say silence is golden, so my wrist be talking shit for meAnd haters can't help but hate, shit I can't help but be chosen[Hook x2]I don't do much talking, let the money do it for meAnd I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for meI just tell it how it is, while they be telling storiesWhen you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen[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 meWe gon' start tripping like they invented mapsJordan's with denim vests, spending more than your mortgage on Vino PetRoll up the cigars, amino fatNot so big, hunnits come out the sideShe ain't sucking dick, she gotta jump out the rideAnother one that's choosing, that the one I'll obligeFocus on the money, only vocal for the momentN-ggas scavenging the hunger, wondering how I survivedFor them beat the double but the tripleBurn em like a griddle, play a sucka' n-gga like a fiddleI don't say a word if I'm a kill emSoon as I get the watch, just put em in the Nets Kerry Kittles[Hook x2]I don't do much talking, let the money do it for meAnd I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for meI just tell it how it is, while they be telling storiesWhen you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen
