Can't Tell Me Nothin' lyrics by Kanye West

Can't Tell Me Nothin' lyrics by Kanye West

"[Intro]
Na na na na
Wait 'til I get my money right

[Verse One]
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 arrested, guess until he get the message
I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny
And what'd I do? Act more stupidly
Bought more jewlery, More Louis V.
My mama 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 hell, man
I guess the money should've changed them
I guess I should've forgot where I came from

[Chorus]
Na na na na
Wait 'til I get my money right
Na na na na
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

[Verse Two]
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
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I parallel double-parked that motherf**ker sideways
Old folks talking 'bout back in my day
But homie, this is my day
Class started two hours ago, oh, am I late?
You 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
Say something you gon end up apolog'in
Let me know if it's a problem man
A'ight man, holla then.

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Let the champagne splash
Let that man get cash, let that man get past
You don't need to 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 no's?
How he 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 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'll homies looking like ""Why God?""
When they reminisce over you, my god...

[Chorus]"

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