… La, la, la-la (yeah)Wait 'til I get my money right (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
… I had a dream I could buy my way to HeavenWhen I awoke, I spent that on a necklace (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)I told God I'd be back in a secondMan, it's so hard not to act recklessTo whom much is given much is testedGet arrested, guess until he get the message (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)I feel the pressure, under more scrutinyAnd what I do? Act more stupidly (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)Bought more jewelry, more Louis VMy mama couldn't get through to me (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)The drama, people suing meI'm on TV talkin' like it's just you and meI'm just saying how I feel, manI ain't one of the Cosby's, I ain't go to Hell, man (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)I guess the money should have changed himI guess I should have forgot where I came from
… La, la, la-la (ayy)Wait 'til I get my money rightLa, la, la-la (yeah)Then you can't tell me nothing, right?Excuse me? Was you saying something?Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing (yeah)(Ha ha) you can't tell me nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
… Let up the suicide doorsThis is my life, homie, you decide yours (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)I know that Jesus died for usBut I couldn't tell you who decide warsSo I parallel double park that motherfucker sidewaysOld folks talking 'bout back in my day (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)But, homie, this is my day, class started two hours agoOh, am I late? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
… No, I already graduatedAnd you can live through anything if Magic made it (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)They say I talk with so much emphasisOoh, they so sensitiveDon't ever fix yo' lips like collagenAnd then say something where you gonna end up apologin' (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)Let me know if it's a problem manA'ight man, holla then
… La, la, la-la (ayy)Wait 'til I get my money rightLa, la, la-la (yeah)Then you can't tell me nothing, right?Excuse me? Was you saying something?Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing (yeah)(Ha ha) you can't tell me nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
… Let the champagne splashLet that man get cashLet that man get passedHe 'on't even stop to get gasIf he can move through the rumorsHe can drive off of fumes 'causeHow he move in a room full of no's?How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes?Must be the Pharaohs, he in tune with his soulSo when he buried in a tomb full of gold
… Treasure, what's yo' pleasure?Life is a, uh, dependin' how you dress herSo if the Devil wear Prada, Adam, Eve wear nadaI'm in between but way more fresherWith way less effort'Cause when you try hard, it's when you die hardY'all homies lookin' like, why God?When they reminisce over you, my God
… La, la, la-la (ayy)Wait 'til I get my money rightLa, la, la-la (yeah)Then you can't tell me nothing, right?Excuse me? Was you saying something?Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing (yeah)(Ha ha) you can't tell me nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
… La, la, la-la (ayy)Wait 'til I get my money rightLa, la, la-la (yeah)Then you can't tell me nothing, right? (I'm serious, nigga)AyyYeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
… Nah, I'm serious nigga, I got moneyOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, G.O.O.D. got it madeOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, G.O.O.D. got it madeOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, G.O.O.D. got it made
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