Young Jeezy ft kayne west You Can't Tell Me Nothing Lyrics

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.
(Don't Understand This Line)
Get arrested, got some chilli, get the message.
I feel the pressure, under more scutiny,
And What I do? Act more stupidly.
Bought More Jewlery, 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.

[hook]
la laa lala wait till I get my money right
la laa lala then u cant tell me nothing right

[Chorus]
Excuse Me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing.
Excuse Me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing.
Excuse Me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing.

Let up the suice doors.
This is my life homey, you decide yours.
I know Jesus died for us,
But I couldn't tell you who decide wars.
So I parrallel double parked that mother f***er sideways
Old folks talking bout back in my day
But homey this is my day.
Class started 2 hours ago, oh am I later
You know I already graduated
And you can live through anything if Magic made it.

They say I talk with so much emphasis,
OOOO They so Sen-Sa-Tive.
Don't ever fix your lips like colligen
Say something you gon end up apologizing.
Let me know if it's a problem man,
Alright man, holla then.

[hook]
la laa lala wait till I get my money right
la laa lala then u cant tell me nothing right

Let the champaigne 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 nose?
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 reminice over you, my god