La la la 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'll be back in a second Man, it's so hard not to act reckless To hold much is given, much is tested Get arrested, got some chilli, 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 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 Hill, man I guess the money should've changed him I guess I should've forget where I came from La la la la Wait till 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 You can't tell me nothing Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing Let up the suicide doors This is my life, homey, you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell you who decide wars So I parrallel double parked that motherfucker sideways Old folks talking 'bout back in my day But homey, this is my day Class started two hours ago, oh, am I late? 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 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, man Aight man, holla then La la la la Wait till 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 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 the fumes 'cause How you move in a room full of nose? How you 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 your pleasure? Life is a, huh, 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' Ya homies looking like, "Why God?" When they reminisce over You, my God La la la la Wait till 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 You can't tell me nothing Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing La la la la Wait till I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right © PLEASE GIMME MY PUBLISHING, INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com