Cant Tell Me Nothing

I caught a case but i'm trying to get out of the streets
I made some money I love how the tax just be free
Han Copenhagen I got about 3K on me
Nico go crazy, producing the beat
I may be broke but i'm thinking in M's
Flipping ideas to commas intense
All making sense, trying to make bands
Popping my Xans and i'm rolling my grams
All making sense, trying to make bands
Popping my Xans and i'm rolling my grams
Nobody can't tell me nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nobody can't tell me nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nobody can't tell me nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nobody can't tell me nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nobody can't tell me nothing
I know i'm never going to switch
You keep on talking you bitch
I ain't got time for you people
You lying about blades, you lying about sticks
Keep on two chains for the fit
I'm looking amazing i'm lit
When i pull up to the party
Just know i go straight for your bitch
Get in the club and i don't need a stamp
Look out for police cause they know who i am
I pull op on my dirtbike
Got pussy the first night
I'm ready to fight but i'm heavy of sprite
Jump on the flight off to Rio
I might with the cash in the side and the sun on my back
I keep pushing and pushing i cannot relax
I keep pushing cause i won't accept to go back
Nothing, nothing
Nobody can't tell me nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nobody can't tell me nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nobody can't tell me nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nobody can't tell me nothing
I you got something to say come and say it straight up to my face
I you got something to say come and say it straight up to my face
I you got something to say come and say it straight up to my face
I you got something to say come and say it straight up to my face