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