Mission Statement lyrics - B.o.B
Let me assert my firm belief
That the only thing that we have to fear is...fear itself
Cut the check man [x2]
Bobby!
Ladies and gentlemen
Gentlemen, consider this moment the Genesis
This is the part where you flip the fuck out as you feel the adrenaline
I'm only here to give, I'm only here to give you the experience
Oh what an experience, they probably should've prescribed me with Ritalin
But fuck it, rumor has it A.D.H.D wasn't real, it was just an experiment
All of these years I was taught to be ignorant
Tryin' to figure out why I'm so dif-ferent
Modern day life is set up like a pyramid
I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance
Wake up now, tryna' sell me a membership
Shittin' on niggas so much that I'm hemorrhaging
Your bitch on my couch auditioning
She wants me to buy her some booty shots
But I can't fix a flat, I'm not Michelin
My mind's overflowing with images
So many thoughts I can never remember them
But I never forget to go straight to the source
I learned to cut out all the middle men
I got no patience for your basics
Time is windiling, you just ain't interesting
No strangers inside of the organization
That shit is strictly prohibited
The music industry is sickening
But no one will ever admit this shit
These niggas ain't making the numbers they make
And shit, half of these niggas pretending
Yo, fuck a hater, fuck a genre
No genre
You can't box it in
They try to box me in but they couldn't box me in
They try to describe me but they just still can't describe me to this day
You'll never be able to describe me
No genre, no genre, no genre
The label
Why do I bother spending time gathering thoughts up?
To prove I go a little bit harder
I'm like Jesus on the microphone
I make vodka from water (shots, shots, shots)
Kinda' like Jimmy Carter, just a little bit darker
The rap game just got a little bit smaller
I just lay down the facts
So lay down and stay down or stay off my sack
Niggas say I ain't dope, need to lay off the crack
Bustin' like a motherfuckin' AR with lasers
Drop a fuckin' bomb on the radar like Adolf was back
I blow a state straight off the map
Hundred round ricochet, when them stray rounds come back
Got to go and get this paper, I can't hang out to chat
Where the, where the, where the players at?
Bring the paper back
Running through the racks like a motherfuckin' pyromaniac
I need a lady that ain't a basic rat, with a crazy gat
With a decent booty hanging out her back
Give that thing a smack like a angry black (pow)
But before I smash gotta' wear a safety hat
Bobby where the mac? Bobby where the mac?
Man Eastside got the flow, had to bring it back
Now motherfuckers acting conscious and shit
Just cause you're dressed like a hippie
Attending the Coachella concert and shit
Don't make you no different than me
Cause I happen to like making money and shit
I'm just being honest, I never make promises
I just pay homage and shit
No Genre you bitch
Bandz
Many Rivers lyrics - B.o.B
Many rivers to cross (you ain't got to ask me what I do this for)
But I can't seem to find my way over (I do this for my city)
Constantly on the come up, constantly on the come up
But I always get this feeling and it's constantly on my stomach
I learned to always follow my instinct, when you come from where I come from
They try to make a nigga feel like King Kong in the concrete jungle
Damn, cause they don't teach niggas how to deal with anger
Nah, they only teach niggas there ain't nothin' real but danger
Politics will not swing in our favor
Cause all of us are rappers or entertainers
But I still woke up and said, "Young nigga, get it"
Cause this is your life you can choose how you live it
Are we just lost in the city of madness?
Or do the powers that be just lack human compassion?
I don't know...
And they don't want you to speak the truth, man
See when you speak the truth they like to make you feel crazy
But you ain't crazy, don't let them lie to you
Whoever you are, you out there
Keep doing you, man, fuck the haters
Let 'em hate, let 'em hate
You only get one life, you know
And this life ain't in my control
When you talk about politics, it's a rod for a lightning bolt
Tell me how do you fight a war when the price is for your soul?
When you gambling with your life, that's a hell of a pair of dice to roll
They say, "Bobby Ray where you went? All you talk about is whips"
I say you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it take a sip
Yeah, everybody got their own two pennies
But what does that mean if it don't make sense?
I see the crowd, their hands up high
But what does that mean? What do they get?
At the end of the day what I get paid and they go home what do they think?
How can we ever be free if policies don't ever change?
You know, sometimes it feels like it's just against the world, man
Who really got our best interests, man?
Don't, don't, don't let 'em take your soul, man
Don't, don't, don't let 'em take your soul, don't take your soul
Many rivers to cross (you ain't got to ask me what I do this for)
But I can't seem to find my way over (I do this for my city)
No Genre
People ask me what No Genre means
You know, I once did a mixtape called No Genre
I didn't realize that no genre man, like no genre really described my career
People started, like, gravitating toward No Genre and, you know, I was like, "Fuck it, let's do a part two"
It really can't be defined by any genre, so
Fuck it man, No Genre
Lambo lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Kevin Gates, Jake Lambo)
[Hook: B.o.B.]
You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga
You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga
You ain’t smoking on a pack like this, my nigga
You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this [x3]
You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga
You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga
[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
You meet a nigga like me, you a liar
If you smoking like me, then you high
I'mma need about 13 freaks tonight
It’s so many bitches, looking like a freak collage
And she finna swallow my Pina Colada
The way I throw the D, she gon need a massage
If she wake up tomorrow, a hangover got her
We party from Vegas to Reno, Nevada
We do it big, cause life is a bitch that’ll eat you alive like a sea of piranhas
It’s neat cause I got to release it to all them
And you ain’t even seen em, you ain’t even got em
I’m not a rapper, I’m a rock star
I’m not a rapper, I’m a rock star
And if you see me in that Lambo
I got the bitch with the top off
[Hook: B.o.B]
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
I ain’t ever rolled in a Lambo
My bitch dance on a stage named Lambo
Hundred round drum that’s ammo, something like Rambo
Dicks hit the door, hit the scale and the blow
Now we running that quarterback scramble
I done hid it with the fork and the knife and the pyrex
Young nigga trapping out a bando
Turn 126 to a 252, worked the wrist
I could win me a Lambo
Don’t want to be in love, I can pay for affection
White girl off with the handle
First show for the 20 now there’s 200 bands
Book a show, drop 50 till you’re at the hotel
Rock two in one night
Then the cook want to front you cause the microwave on while we at the hotel
I say I don’t get tired!
[Hook: B.o.B]
[Verse 3: Jake Lambo]
Fly like a plane in the sky high
Jake is the name, I’m a dangerous guy
Had me in the cage and I ain’t know why
See I am a beast, no I ain’t gon' lie
Came here to claim what I want, bang in the trunk
Hands in the sky, get 'em up
I kill 'em, yup
On my high horse like giddyup
Really bruh, I’m just tryna see a milly bucks
Nigga what?
I go so retarded, go the hardest don’t you see
You can look around the world, still never find another me
With that said I'mma rip off heads
Whoever running shit, then I’ll break y’all legs
I’m just tryna make hits like baseball players
On the way to the top, just a few more stairs
Jake!
[Hook: B.o.B]
Lean On Me lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Victoria Monet)
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
If you ever need somebody to lean on
Lean on me, lean on me
Cause I'mma make you feel so high that you could live for eons
Lean on me, lean on me
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
See it's me they leanin' on
Let me get my Morgan Freeman on
Brand new this, brand new that
Won't see no one with these sneakers on
Drunk as fuck by three in the mornin'
She came through 'bout four AM
Five o'clock I'm back in the club
And they goin' crazy cause they know that's him
Who's that's him? Yeah, that's me
Call that boy young Bobby Ray
The way she moves, she don't need to worry
I can tell everything her body say
But, DJ, bring that record back
DJ bring that record back
She leaned up, booty hella fat
I'm throwin' that cheese like pepper jack
Lean on me
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Lemme get down to the business
Young nigga came from the trenches
Why the weed lit like that?
Cause you don't ever know when it's finished
So we in this thing 'till it's done
Go hard, fuck it, we young
We turned up in this motherfucker
You scared of life, you better run
I'm so high I can elevate
Get your glass in the air, let it levitate
Pour some out for the homies
Then save some for the better days
She give it to me like it's mine
I'mma chop her down with this pine
I spit codeine if you need a fix
You can lean off of these lines
Lean on me
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
[Bridge: B.o.B]
You need something to lean on, this your faded song
This your faded song, this your faded song
And if you need a light, you can never lean wrong
This your faded song, this your faded song
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
[Bridge: B.o.B]
Follow Me lyrics - B.o.B
Well as I look up to the sky
My angels pass me by
And all this pain inside
But on the surface I look fine
At night I lay awake
I haven't slept since yesterday
But I just continue to breathe
And maybe one day I can leave
So
[Hook:]
Follow me and then one by one we'll all go marching
If you believe, then you know where we're going, darling
Follow me and then one by one we'll all go marching
Into the stars, where we belong
Well as I walk this narrow road
Meeting faces I approach
Though some try to buy my soul
But all that glitters is not gold
And it's sad to say
But to some people I'm insane
Maybe August, maybe May
But will I leave here one day?
So
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Get Right lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Mike Fresh)
[Intro: B.o.B]
Man, I'm 'bout to get right
Man, I'm 'bout to get right
Trip, trip, dead light
[Hook: Mike Fresh x8]
Everybody, get right
I'm 'bout to get right
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Yeah, J, I'm 'bout to get right
Yeah I'm 'bout to twist off, I'm 'bout to lift off, I'm 'bout to take flight
Flyin' with the brakes off so don't blow my buzz and don't kill my vibe
And you ask me is this the way I feel or is it still just a high
There goes my imagination again
There goes my thoughts, away with the wind
There's no medication as amazing as this
Your favorite fragrance, your favorite spliff
As real as they come, for niggas like us
Where days where the fakers get fake as they get
We take us a hit
We just be coolin', you lookin' anxious as shit
I know they see me, doin' my thang
I go too many places to trip
This shit I'm on, this shit so strong
You could take 20 vacations per hit
Man, ain't nobody as faded as this
Man, ain't no life as outrageous as this
And I would pull out my resume
But it's too many pages to flip
[Hook: Mike Fresh x8]
[Verse 2: Mike Fresh]
Everybody's got advice
Everybody need what they need to get right
I won't judge you, so don't judge me
When you see me cranberry moonwalkin' my Sprite, all right
Fuckin' with [?], you smokin' the best dope
You been workin' all day, it's time to let go
So what, we high? So what, we drunk?
And if we run out, it's nothin' to get more
Livin' my life one day at a time
Tryna get right one play at a time
You never can predict what I'm gonna do next, No Genre
I ain't finna stray off in a line
If I had it my way, I'd ball everyday
Hit the mall everyday
Go through 100K, and put it all in the safe
What the hell a celebration for?
Drinkin' moonshine out a mason jar
Patron margaritas, pretty señoritas
Bringing me everything I need like, "Si Señor"
You could pull up to the kick back
But you better have a six pack or somethin'
You don't wanna be the one empty handed
When everybody ask, "Where the liq at?"
Get right
[Hook: Mike Fresh x8]
Drunk AF lyrics - B.o.B (feat. TyDolla$ign)
[Pre-Hook: B.o.B.]
Yeah yeah
I’m drunk as fuck, bitch hold me close, yeah yeah
I pull up, she catch the holy ghost, yeah yeah
I’m too dope, bitch overdose, yeah yeah
See I’m the one she want, do the most, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
See I pull up so fucking player
They want to see [?], bitch is putting twist in my hair
If I had it, yeah, yeah yeah
Smoke it up till it ain’t none left
Got rachet hoes to my right, got freak hoes to my left
Like yeah, it’s mega pain in this bitch
It don’t get much more Decatur than this
More Decatur than this, bet you can’t get much more faded than this
Seventeen minutes ago, she took a dose
Now that the feelings arrived, now we both in the zone
We feeling the vibe
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook: B.o.B.]
Right here, right here
20 bottles over here
Fireworks right here
Right here, right here
Watch your girl over here
Young player right here
Right here, right here
Got the whole club looking, tryna get right here
Right here, right here
Right here, right here
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pull up to the club on Forgi’s, with a bad bitch and my homies
Hop out feeling like an OG, got my screw face on like emojis
Walk in the bitch, I’m creasing, hundred bottles every weekend
After the club we freaking, my girl like girls, Latifah
All up in the club smoking weed, fuck security
Girl better turn back off them lights, in here 20 deep
Sipping Hennessey, give a fuck if we wrong or right
Tell a nigga hold that, hundred dollar tip, I can blow that
This your girlfriend, she gon blow that
Wipe it off on her like a doormat
All my niggas, all my niggas little bitches fuck
All my bitches, all my bitches for sure gon fuck
We ain’t cuffing hoes, we pass em
She need a ride, I call a taxi
Do I give a fuck, just ask me
Said no, and started laughing
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Forget lyrics - B.o.B
Baby you deserve the best, you deserve the best tonight
It ain't much time left, so you know the time is right
Pay no mind to all the rumors, you get caught inside the hype
We can both take off, no commercial jet, it's a private kind of flight
We can both get so lit, like a stick of dynamite
I can tell that our bodies both click, kinda like a pilot light
I'mma fire the pussy up, you can cool it down with ice
When you talkin' to your friends, tell 'em he can't do it like me
Girl, ain't no option, girl he can't rock it, naw, he can't rock it like me
Girl keep on poppin', yeah keep on poppin', yeah keep on poppin' on me
You and I both know he basic
That dick got you starin' at your phone and you debating for real
[Hook:]
Forget aboutcha nigga, you know you all that
I'll make you forget aboutcha nigga
And when he hits you, you won't call back
Forget aboutcha nigga, forget aboutcha nigga
Forget aboutcha nigga, forget aboutcha nigga
Aye, how come you can't get dick down some?
Bumpin' a shawty album
I'll give us both 'bout an hour 'til we both figure out the outcome
What's the outcome? Get it?
I don't wanna get too specific
But you know that I know you gon' miss it
When I'm holding you close and I hit it
That's how it's supposed to be, now she buzzin' all over me
Baby girl I'mma rock the boat, love overboard, love overseas
All night long I'm still strong
I don't know, somethin' must have came over me
Like a pornstar in a foreign car, we damn near broke 'bout both the seats
I shift gears, she roll the weed
In the trunk, that's where my motor be
She upload me pics, no clothing while she network socially
See she and I both know he basic
This dick got her staring at her phone and she debating, for real
[Hook]
She's a sociallite
The social able type
Even her schedule is sexual, oh what a night
I'm sayin', "Oh, what a night, oh what a night"
I step into my DJ booth and say hello to the mic
[Hook]
[x2:]
I'll call, you can't get dick downfall
I'll make you forget about him
DC Young Fly Speaks 2 lyrics - B.o.B
[DC Young Fly:] No Genre [pronounced "jen-rey"] everywhere
So when you out on my block everybody got your "No Genre" shirts
[B.o.B:] Genre. [pronounced "ZHänrə"]
[DC Young Fly:] Genre [pronounced "jen-rey"]. Now if you want to change it to genre [pronounced "ZHänrə"] then you would put the 'j' right there. Matter of fact you should put me on the shirt holding the sign, another "No Genre" [pronounced "jen-rey"] sign leaning up on the "No Genre". So, you would be fly on top of fly. I need to change my name to "Fly Genre" [pronounced "jen-rey"]. How does that sound? "DC Fly Genre" [pronounced "jen-rey"]. I'm gon' name my little girl that. Fly Genre, Fly Genre? Come here! Sit down! She said she's going to be bad. Sit down Fly Genre, sit down!
Swing My Way lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Sevyn Streeter)
[Intro: Sevyn Streeter]
Shawty swing it my way
What you waiting for baby?
Are you gonna take it?
Won’t you please swing it my way
Shawty swing it my way
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I was out on the town, whipping and swinging
Got my head on a swivel ‘cause niggas be scheming
I had just got off the phone, my partner told me “be easy”
It ain’t got no definition, we just all know the meanings
I pull up to the spot, told the valet to leave it
Runned into a little cutie she look like Jennifer Freeman
A couple feet to my right, i could see she was speaking
I couldn’t hear what she was saying ‘cause the DJ was screaming
[Pre-Hook 1: B.o.B]
So I walked over to her slowly, she don’t smoke and she don’t drink
Well you gon’ fail your drug test ‘cause all I got is dope D
I know you don’t know me, but you could be my only
She whispered in my ear and this is what she told me
[Hook: Sevyn Streeter]
Shawty swing it my way
What you waiting for baby?
Are you gonna take it?
Won’t you please swing it my way
Shawty swing it my way
If you’re feeling how I’m feeling then probably
There’s a million ways that we can get it started
I’m feeling so naughty
Swing it my way shawty
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
They say it’s better to give than it is to receive it
That’s why I give her all I got, my bad for overachieving
Get your ass out them secrets from Victoria’s Secret
Back and forth with those lips, now that’s a verbal agreement
You say your man out of season, he probably cheating
That booty the dumbest, but that head is a genius
You could check out the stroll, you swear I was skiing
Fell asleep in that pussy, woke up, thought I was still dreaming
[Pre-Hook 2: B.o.B]
But then she pull me close and cozy, she don’t smoke and she don’t drink
Well you gon’ fail your drug test ‘cause all I got is dope D
I know you don’t know me, but you could be my only
She whispered in my ear and this is what she told me
[Hook: Sevyn Streeter]
[Outro: Sevyn Streeter, B.o.B, Union]
You looking good shawty, good, sure enough, good enough for me [x4]
So bring it over to me
[Outro: Sevyn Streeter]
I’ll love you right, all day and night
Everything that you want, boy already know
So you gonna see, how good it can be, come home with me. oooh
I been watching you from across the room
I wanna know your name, won’t you swing my way?
Shawty come my way, swing my way
Oooh, swing my way, swing my way
Swing my way, shawty, oooh
The Nation lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Jake Lambo, Victoria Monet)
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Baby, don’t you know
Everything you do away from home
Could leave me here alone
So baby don’t you go
No! [x7]
[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
I saw a kid 12 years old, with a pack of cigarettes and a Glock
Cause in this ‘partments it was easy to cop
Looking for a nigga slipping, yeah they easy to spot
In the streets the enemies are just as evil as cops
The only word he ever heard from his pops was
If this the devil’s world then who hangs out at the top
He had cocaine dreams, and Scarface nightmares
I thought to myself, does anyone in this life care
Growing too fast like his days are lightyears
His mama says go to church, you need a light prayer
You think the streets need you? Well I need you right here
You need to slow it down, cause the streets don’t fight fair
For real!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jake Lambo]
It’s easy to get in trouble in the place where I’m from
Niggas lacking the education but be packing a gun
I just kick it with the homies and be having some fun
Mama keep calling, I understand you protecting your son
You found that I be smoking and I know it makes you mad
And I know you see his trace, scared Imma be just like my dad
Scared I’m doing something bad, scared I might end up dead
Well look I chose another path so get those worries out your head
Imma keep on doing it how I’m doing it
Stay working hard, making this music and
Show you I got to get it, I do
And they asking my motivation and I reply that it’s you mama
[Hook]
[Verse 3: B.o.B.]
A deadly trend that never ends
City full of negligence, pregnant pedestrians
I used to think am I a prisoner or a resident
They book us for possession but they keep shipping weapons in
Either the Glock shoots you or a cop do you
They set the system up to lock you up a lot sooner
Everything you try to do they try to out do you
My mama said hallelujah cause I got a future
I got a future after something newer
They try to sell you bullshit because it sounds cooler
And if you stand out from the crowd they label you a loser
Don’t throw your life away, don’t let your eyes fool you
That’s how they use you
[Hook]
So What lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Mila J)
Get, get it in tonight
Get it, get it in tonight
Get it, get it in tonight
Get it, get it in tonight
[Pre-Hook: B.o.B & Mila J]
So what, we do what we wanna
Everwhere we go, man, we ain't never sober
High on marijuana, shots and Coronas
Wake up on the sofa, fuck it, we can do it over
[Hook: Mila J]
I wanna get it in tonight
I'm gonna get it in tonight
I'm gonna get it in tonight
I'm gonna get it in tonight
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
When you see me I'm probably faded
I'm drankin' then I'm probably wasted
And if you a stranger smokin' my weed up, you in violation
Uh, intoxicated so my eyes glazed and dilated
And all that's on my mind is a fine dime that I can have relation with tonight
Not tomorrow, cause tomorrow's not tonight
And tomorrow's never promised so tonight I'm getting ripe
All aboard onto my spaceship get it in, we takin' flight
Where we goin'? Man, you never know, it's one hell of a life
Yeah, you know the saying
That's why it's get money, get money man, you know the plan
Anyone saying they don't wanna get money, you know they playin'
I just woke up high as fuck on someone's sofa, man
Like what the fuck we coin' jumpin' off the corner, man?
I get lifted, I don't understand; I overstand
Shit, I roll a blunt up tighter than some yoga pants
But that's what happens when you landin' where you wanna land
I'm never sober, man
[Pre-Hook: B.o.B & Mila J x2]
[Hook: Mila J]
Hey, this is Chuck Johnny
91.1, the Chuckie man!
Chuckie Johnson, baby
This Chuckie's show
We got the hottest song in the country right now
I'm 'bout to play it
I'mma let you hear it
It's hot
It's talkin' about the real!
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Chosen lyrics - B.o.B (feat. T.I., Spodee)
[Hook: 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
[Hook: 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 you mean that 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
[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 I'm married though to the game for forever more
You in the game but you never score, in every lane I'm exceptional
I'm 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 y'all niggas just fake to me, stories made up like Maybelline
My niggas good for life, y'all 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 can't help but hate, shit I can't help but be chosen
[Hook: B.o.B]
I don't do much talking, let the money do it for me
(I don't...)
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 you mean that 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
[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
Jordan's 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 ain't sucking dick, she gotta jump out the ride
Another one that's choosing, that's the one I'll 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 don't say a word if I'm a kill em
Soon as I get the watch, just put em in the Nets Kerry Kittles
[Hook: 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 you mean that 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
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