Can't Tell Me Nothing (remix) (feat. Young Jeezy)

La, la, la-la (8732, that's the way it go, Kanye and Jizzle, say it ain't so)
Wait 'til I get my money right (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

If I had a billion dollars (yeah!)
Yeah, I'd spend all in a day, show these niggas how to play (play)
Top floor penthouse, I'll show 'em where I stay (stay)
Grand piano, might learn to play (ha-ha!)
Paid a hundred grand just to walk past it every day (woo! Woo!)
You know I like them white keys on it (yeah!)
Duct tape when we wrap them, call me prejudice
'Cause I never touch the black ones (keys that is, ha-ha!)
Let me show how to do this, shawty (shawty!)
I hit the strip club and I blew 'bout 40 (damn!)

Patron got me so confused ('fused)
Until I stumbled outside and I made the news
Fresh nine piece, yeah, them wings is Cajun
Never seen me in the kitchen, nigga, I am amazing (nah)
Well, fuck it, I'm rich then
If balling is a crime, fuck it, I'm hit then
If thugging is a term, fuck it, I'm it then

The insane dough, hey, fuck it, I'm sick then
Somebody call me a shrink
Until then, I'ma fix me a drink (ha-ha!)
Top down in the Bent, I'm so intoxicated
Sometimes I think to myself "Goddamn, I made it"
And I know they hate it
On the all night flight
Trying to get my money right, what's up?

La, la, la-la (ayy)
Wait 'til I get my money right
La, 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)

Yeah, homie, this a theme song
First I get my money right, then I get my team on
If I always prayed to have gleam on
$300 jeans on, do that mean I dream wrong?
And I was high as a Learjet
Fly as the insect, even though we in debt
And it don't matter if I get her number 'cause
When I get my money right she gon' come running

And I'll be good like "God" with an extra "o"
God knows that my check needs some extra 0's
And you know that you need to bring some extra hoes
Not in jogging pants either, tell them wear some sexy clothes
Now my game so professional
And my chain so fresh, they go (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Right after the fame did you gain anything?
Damn 'Ye, would you change anything?

But (if I had a billion dollars, yeah!)
I'd copped more pink polos and pop those collars
Misery love company, her nickname Sorrow
My Benz need company, her nickname Tahoe
"Wait 'til I get my money" everybody's motto
So I'ma need a bravo for everything that I wrote
Yeah, hey, mama they can't hate him
'Cause after all of the drama, K slayed them

La, la, la-la (ayy)
Wait 'til I get my money right
La, 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

(If I had a billion dollars, yeah!)
Wait 'til I get my money right
(If I had a billion dollars, yeah!)
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?
(I'm serious, nigga! Ayy!)

Nah I'm serious nigga, I got money
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, G.O.O.D., got it made
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, G.O.O.D., got it made
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, G.O.O.D., got it made