Can't Say Nothin' To Me

Now when I get the bag
Some of yall gon' be mad
From the back, back of the class
Now he showin' his ass
Nope
Can't say nothin' to me
They don't like the new me but they never really knew me
Whoa
Respectfully, truly
Listen, you ain't got no say in how I do me

First check, I'ma dress stupid
Fit all mismatched, looking real clueless
They gon' be like: why you so foolish?
Hah, because I can afford to do it
Get a lil' taste of the privilege
Living large, dare somebody tell me that this isn't ours
Isn't ours? You might wanna try to write some different bars
I might clear the whole inventory when I dip the card
I just wanna know the feeling being on and poppin'
Pay my blessings forward, get a chance to take my momma shopping
Tell her any building, any block, you got all the options
Get us something that's gon' feed the family when we dance with Poppa
But 'til then, it's business as usual
Fall back, all black, swagga on funeral
Moving on the hush, I just really needed you to know
How it's gonna go, when the dough start to flow
WHOA

Now when I get the bag
Some of yall gon' be mad
From the back, back of the class
Now he showin' his ass
Nope! Can't say nothin' to me
They don't like the new me but they never really knew me
Whoa
Respectfully, truly
Listen, you ain't got no say in how I do me

Listen, you ain't got no say in how I do me
Whoa, Royal

I might buy the Kings just to say I did it
Lead us to the title that they stole, word to Webb and Bibby
Really need that bag, but pray to God I never get a billi
Why? 'Cause these the kinda things you do when your credit silly
And get a lil' taste of the privilege
Living large, dare somebody tell me that this isn't ours
Isn't ours? Wait, hold up, who you think you talking to?
See, now you fucked up 'cause I done bought the room
GET OUT, don't let the door hit you when you're let out
You'll start to see the light if you'd ever pull your head out
See we breathe the same air if I could ever get a breath out
But since the money talks, I guess I gotta let the bread shout
But 'til then, it's business as usual
Fall back, all black, swagga on funeral
Moving on the hush, I just really needed you to know
How it's gonna go, when the dough start to flow
WHOA

Now when I get the bag
Some of yall gon' be mad
From the back, back of the class
Now he showin' his ass
Nope
Can't say nothin' to me
They don't like the new me but they acting like they knew me
Whoa
Respectfully, truly
Listen, you ain't got no say in how I do me



Credits
Writer(s): Mckinley Armstrong Iii
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