(Kanye West)
La,la,la,la wait till I get my money right

(Killa K)
I got my own flow, headline at my own show
Im doin my own shit on my own yo
These fuckin clowns is frontin they know Im up to somethin
They only mad they "cant tell me nothin"
I know they prolly thinkin some shit like "Fuck K…."
Because their girlfriends prolly wanna "fuck" K
The only rapper that's in college wearin jewelry
But I aint "Kanye",
"droppin out" of school aint cool to me,
Im more like Kool G, or Cosby with the Coogi,
Back to the "traphouse", bitches call me "Gucci"
Stylin like its Gucci, Armani, or Versace
If theirs no "Killa K" logo it's a copy,
A imitation sloppy, Im goin hard don't stop me,
Im rollin with some extra clips in case they try to rob me,
Tell momma Im sorry, attracted to Ferraris
And bitches with bleached blonde hair that look like Barbie…..
DAMN!

Yall "cant tell me nothin",
I got the "Ed Hardy" on I cant help from stuntin'
The whole crowd quiets down when this dude is spittin
Yo he a "Muslim" but his "jeans" is his "True Religion"
Left the block where the goons and the fools is chillin,
So he could bring some "class" back and try to "school" the "children"

(Kanye West) (Hook)
La,la,la,la wait till I get my money right
la, la, la, la then you cant tell me nothing right
Excuse Me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing
(Haha) you cant tell me nothing
Uh, uh, you cant tell me nothing