Can't Tell Me Nothing Lyrics

Woah

Woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

No you can't tell me nothing bro

Baby girl, why you fronting hoe ?

Said you love me, you're lusting though

Belong to the streets, lil bitch you're disgusting

That is the end of discussion

When its fourth down, know my team never punting, no

No, no

Ball too hard, I score every quarter

My money's tall, your money lot shorter, uh

Fuck bitches, get money, that order, uh

Money longer, Uzi Vert

Another drink couldn't hurt

Hop in that Beamer and skrt

Skrt

Gotta start somewhere, so I'm starting here

Shoutout Jeremih, cause my time is near

2020s made my vision clear

Not everything is what it appears

I'm drowning in liquor and beers

Let's make a toast, everybody say cheers

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

DJ turn me up my nigga, yeah yeah yeah

Turn this party up my nigga, yeah yeah yeah

Dance floor turning up my nigga, yeah

Time to make a move boy

If you snooze, then you lose boy

No you can't tell me nothing bro

Baby girl, why you fronting hoe ?

Said you love me, you're lusting though

Belong to the streets, lil bitch you're disgusting

That is the end of discussion

When its fourth down, know my team never punting, no

No, no

Ball too hard, I score every quarter

My money's tall, your money lot shorter, uh

Fuck bitches, get money, that order, uh

Money longer, Uzi Vert

Another drink couldn't hurt

Hop in that Beamer and skrt

Skrt

Can't tell me nothing, can't tell me shit

Yeah, I dropped a couple thou on my fit

Yeah, I think I made a motherfucking hit

Came too far far far, yeah to quit

Hmm, never back down

Hmm, give me some crown

Hmm, turn it around

Hmm, hmm

Turn around girl and let me bust it

All my blunts be bussin'

Three grams in it, blocking out the fuck shit

No you can't tell me nothing bro

Baby girl, why you fronting hoe ?

Said you love me, you're lusting though

Belong to the streets, lil bitch you're disgusting

That is the end of discussion

When its fourth down, know my team never punting, no

No, no

Ball too hard, I score every quarter

My money's tall, your money lot shorter, uh

Fuck bitches, get money, that order, uh

Money longer, Uzi Vert

Another drink couldn't hurt

Hop in that Beamer and skrt

Skrt