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"Can't Tell Me"

Lemme set my blunt down
I ain't gone put it out cause I'm a get back to it when I'm done killing this shit, ya feel me
The Bold nigga

You can't tell me nothin (na, na)
You can't tell me nothin (na, na)
You can't tell me nothin
Money does grow on trees and we raking up the leaves (uh oh, uh oh)
Aye, you can't tell me nothin (noooo)
Aye, you can't tell me nothin (you can't tell me nothing)
Uh, you can't tell me nothin
Money does grow on trees and we raking up the leaves (uh oh)

[Verse 1:]
(Uhhhhh) And I can't stop
I lucked up, you fucked up and stumbled on a swag that you can't knock
(Naww nigga) Yea, bitch, you can't jock
My fit make yo shit look like house shoes and tank tops
Ordinary, basic, they slackin
They froze up, so we rose up and took action
Holding Don [?] smoking laughing
All this cash got me Floyd Mayweather braggin
Ha, aye, that's swag shit
Voila, look at the car, hi and bye, that's magic (vrooommm)
You gossip nigga [?] That's fag shit
My name carry weight make sure y'all double bag it
Classic, crome fifth wheel, old fashy
Slidin thru the traffic like my shit was losin traction
Aye, you should see yo hoe reaction
I can make a new nigga feel like a has-been
Big show, jack-o-latern how my neck and wrist glow
I sip slow, purple stuff, word up to Big Moe
Get mo, bidness mane, I hustle cause I been broke
Weed, women, cars, clothes, gettin it til I'm in the flo


[Verse 2:]
(Uhhhh) And I'm guaped up
Office, my secretary, I smoke weed, feet propped up
(Countin money nigga) Yea, you can't stop it bruh
Baby ass sittin up but I'm the one she drop it for
Vodka, full stomach, washed it down with lobster
Poolside, Jordan 8's, aqua match the water
Wild boy, but my mindset is of a mobster
You observe and take notes, fragilate impostor
Culture, save that crying shit up for an alter
Cause I done seen these women make real niggas pillow talkers
Ballas, I'm courtside, if not courtside I'm in the sky box
High fade, pinky rings, cut off jeans, and low tops
(Goddamn) Uh, I know you feel the shit
Your car notes are my diner, boy, I spend that shit on bills and tips
I'm trill bitch, trill as it gets, your world spin on my fingertips
Gettin money you can't tell me shit, dropping cigarillo guts on poker chips, nigga


[Thanks to Skiparotchi for these lyrics]
[Thanks to Skiparotchi for correcting these lyrics]

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