Drake Dreams Money Can Buy

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Don't) I got car money, fresh start money I want Saudi money, I want art money I want women to cry and pour out they heart for me And tell me how much they hate it when they apart from me Yeah, 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 in neighborhoods They never seen it That shit is dangerous, but it's so convenient, I ain't lying Yeah, and comfortable I sit That manual Ferrari Italia's some fly shit It's sitting at the house like I bought it in '96 'Cause honestly I'm too fucking busy to drive stick, I swear Too fucking busy, too busy fuckin' This nigga girl, but to me she wasn't Been hot before they open doors for me, pre-heated oven I'm in this ho But I ain't finished though, it's been a minute though My newest girl from back home got issues with parents And some charges, how the fuck can I get her to Paris? Luckily, 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 "Surprise!", I wasn't surprised That's only 'cause I been waiting on it, nigga So fuck whoever hating on a nigga Of course Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Don't) Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Don't) Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Don't) Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Don't) Food from India, she in Charlotte Olympias 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 Ooh! I never seen the car you claim to drive Or, shit, I seen it; you just ain't inside And I feel like lately, it went from top five to remaining five My favorite rappers either lost it or they ain't 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 you 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, and it wasn't a lie, yeah Just have some good pussy waiting on a nigga And fuck whoever hating on a nigga Aw, yeah Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Don't) Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Don't) Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Don't) Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me (Don't) Don't Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me Don't