Kanye West ☆ Can’t Tell Me Nothing

La la la la
Wait ’til I get my
money right
I had a dream
I could 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’d I do
Act more stupidly
Bought more jewelry
More Louis V
My mama couldn’t get
through to me
The drama people suing me
I’m on T V talking like
it’s just you and me
I’m just saying
how I feel man
I ain’t one of the Cosby’s
I ain’t go to Hillman
I guess the money should’ve
changed them
I guess I should’ve forgot
where I came from
La la la la
Wait ’til I get
my money right
La la la la
Then you can’t 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 homie
you decide yours
I know that Jesus
died for us
But I couldn’t tell you
who decide wars
So I parallel double parked
that mother fker sideways
Old folks talking ’bout
back in my day
But homie this is my day
Class started two hours ago
oh am I late
No I already graduated
And you can live through
anything if Magic made it
They say I talk with
so much emphasis
Ooh they so sensitive
Don’t ever fix your lips
like collagen
Then say something where
you gon end up apolog’in
Let me know if
it’s a problem then
A’ight man holla then
La la la la
Wait ’til I get
my money right
La la la la
Then you can’t 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 past
You don’t need to
stop to get gas
If he can move through
the rumors
he can drive off fumes
Cause how he move in a room
full of No’s
How he stay faithful
in a room full of hoes
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’ll homies looking like
Why God
When they reminisce over
you my God
La la la la
Wait ’til I get
my money right
La la la la
Then you can’t 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
La la la la
Wait ’til I get
my money right
La la la la
Then you can’t tell me
nothing right