Album: Graduation
La la la la (Yea! )
Wait 'til I get my money right
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, got some chili, 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 Cosby's I ain't go to Hill man
I guess the money should've changed him,
I guess I should've forgot 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, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing
(Haha) 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 parallel double parked that motherfucka sideways
Old folks talking bout back in my day
But homey this is my day
Class started 2 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,
OOOO They so Sen-Sa-Tive
Don't ever fix your lips like collagen
Say something were you gone end up apologing
Let me know if it's a problem man,
Alright 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, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing
(Haha) 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 past
You don't needa stop to get gas,
If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off the fumes cuzz
How he move in a room full of nose?
How he stay faithful in a room full of h**s?
Must be the pharaohs, 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
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, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing
(Haha) 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