La La La La Wait 'til I get my money right [Connie Mitchell vocalizing] [Kanye West] 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 the rest and guess until he 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 TV talkin' like it's just you and me I'm just sayin' 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, is you sayin' somethin'? Ah uh, you can't tell me nothin' You can't tell me nothin' Ah uh, you can't tell me nothin' 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 fucker sideways Old folks talkin' '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 To say somethin' where you gon' end up apologin' Let me know if it's a problem then Aiite 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 sayin' somethin'? Ah uh, you can't tell me nothin' You can't tell me nothin' Ah uh, you can't tell me nothin' Let the champange splash Let that man get cash Let that man get pass He don't need to stop to get gas If he could move through the rumors, he could drive off a fumes 'Cause how he move in a room full of no's How he stay faithful in a room full of ho's Must be the Pharoah's, 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 and Eve wear nada I'm in between but way more fresher With way less effort Cause when you try hard, is when you die hard Your homies lookin' 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 sayin' somethin'? Ah uh, you can't tell me nothin' You can't tell me nothin' Ah uh, you can't tell me nothin' La La La La Wait 'til I get my money right La La La La Then you can't tell me nothing, right? [Connie Mitchell vocalizing]