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