Kanye West - Can't Tell Me Nothing Lyrics

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]