Kanye West - 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