DrakeDreams Money Can Buy

Don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me [Drake - Verse 1] I got car money, fresh start money I want Saudi money, I want art money I want women to cry and pour out their heart for me And tell me how much they hate it when they apart from me Yeh, and lately I do bitches the meanest Tell em I love em and don't ever mean it We go on dates I send the Maybach out the neighbourhoods, they never seen it That shit is dangerous but it so convenient I aint lying, yeah And comfortable I sit That manual Ferrari Italian, some fly shit It's sittin' at the house like I bought it in '9-6 Cause honestly I'm too f-cking busy to drive stick I swear, too f-cking busy, too busy f-cking This nigga girl, but to me she wasn't Been hot before they open doors for me Preheated oven, I'm in this so But I aint finished though It's been a minute though My newest girl back home, got issues with parents And some charges, how the f-ck can I get her to Paris Luckilly, I'm the greatest my country's ever seen So chances are I get the border to issue me clearance Dreams money can buy Everybody yelled surprised I wasn't surprised That's only cause I been waitin' on it, nigga So f-ck whoever hatin on a nigga Of course Don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't, don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't, don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't, don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't... Food from India, she in Charlotte Olympia's We talked music for hours she never mentioned ya Can't tell you how much I love when niggas think they got it And I love the fact that line made 'em think about it Ymcmb these niggas make it so hard to be friendly when I know part of it's envy Tryna fill the shoes, nigga so far these are empty I take 'em off in the house because the throw carpets are Fendi Ohh, I never seen the car you claim to drive Shit I seen it, you just aint inside And I feel like lately I went from top 5 to remaining 5 My favourite rappers either lost it or they aint alive And they tryna bring us down me, Weezy and Stunna We stayed up, Christmas lights in the middle of summer And if the girl standing next to me got a fat ass Then I'll probably give her my number Yeah, I throw my dollars up high And they land on the stage, dance on We got company coming over Would it kill you to put some pants on Dreams money can buy They told me it's like a high, it wasn't a lie Yeah, just have some good p-ssy waiting on a nigga And f-ck whoever hatin' on a nigga Don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't, don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't, don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't, don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't...
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