Dreams Money Can Buy lyrics - drake (feat. Jai Paul)

 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