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
[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 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 reminisce over you, my god

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