Lyrics Kanye West – Can’t Tell Me Nothing
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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
To whom much is given much is tested
Get arrested, guess until, they get the message
I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny
And what I do? Act more stupidly
Bought more jewelry, 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 just you and me
I’m just saying how I feel man
I ain’t one of the Cosbys I ain’t go to Hillman
I guess the money should’ve changed him
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, was you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can’t tell me nothing
(Ha ha) 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 motherfucker sideways
Old folks talking about «back in my day»
But homie this is my day
Class started 2 hours ago, oh am I late?
And you can live through anything if Magic made it
They say I talk with so much emphasis
Oh, they’re so sensitive
Don’t ever fix your lips like collagen
And say something when you gon’ end up apologing
Let me know if it’s a problem then, aight 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, was you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can’t tell me nothing
(Ha ha) 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
He don’t even stop to get gas
If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off of fumes
‘Cause how he move in a room full of nos?
How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes?
Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul
So when he buried in a tomb full of gold
Treasure. What’s your 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
With way less effort, ’cause when you try hard
That’s when you die hard
Your 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, was you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can’t tell me nothing
(Ha ha) 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?
I’m serious nigga, I got money
Album
Kanye West – Kanye West - Graduation
