Can't Tell Me Nothing

La laaa la wait till I get my money right

I had a dream I can buy my way to heaven

When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace

I told God I'd be back in a second

Man It's so hard not to act reckless

To whom much is given, much is tested

Get arrested, guess until he get the message

I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny

And What I do? Act more stupidly

Bought More Jewelery, More Louis V, My momma couldn't get through to me

The drama, people suing me

I'm on T.V. talking like it's you and me

I'm just saying how I feel man

I ain't one of the cosbys I aint go to hillman

I guess the money should've changed him

I guess I should've forgot where I came From

La laa lala wait till I get my money right

La laa lala then u cant tell me nothing right

Excuse me, is you saying something?

Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing

You can't tell me nothing

Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing

Let up the suicide doors

This is my life, only you decide yours

I know Jesus died for us

But I couldn't tell you who decide wars

So I parallel double parked that mother fuck'er sideways

Old folks talking bout back in my day

But homey this is my day

Class started 2 hours ago, oh am I late?

You know I already graduated

And you can live through anything if Magic made it

They say I talk with so much emphasis

Ooh, they so Sen-Sa-Tive

Don't ever fix your lips like collagen

Say something you gon' end up apologizing

Let me know if it's a problem man

Alright man, holla then

La laa lala wait till I get my money right

La laa lala then u cant tell me nothing right

Excuse me, is you saying something?

Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing

You can't tell me nothing

Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing

Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash

Let that man get pass

You don't needa stop to get gas

If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off of fumes

How you move in a room full of no's?

How you stay faithful in a room full of h**s?

Must be the pharoahs, he in tune with his soul

So when he buried in a tomb full of gold

Treasure. What's you pleasure?

Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her

So if the devil wear Prada

Adam Eve wear Nada

I'm in between, but way more fresher

But way less effort, cause when you try hard

That's when you die hard

Ya homies looking like: Why God?

When they reminisce over you, my God