Drake - Dreams Money Can Buy Lyrics
Don't ***** with me, don't ***** with meDon't ***** with me, don't ***** with meI got car money, fresh start moneyI want Saudi money, I want art moneyI want women to cry and pour out their heart for meAnd tell me how much they hate it when they apart from meYeh, and lately I do *****es the meanestTell em I love em and don't ever mean itWe go on dates I send the Maybach out the neighbourhoods, they never seen itThat shit is dangerous but it so convenientI ain't lying, yeahAnd comfortable I sitThat manual Ferrari Italian, some fly shitIt's sittin' at the house like I bought it in '9-6Cause honestly I'm too *****ing busy to drive stickI swear, too *****ing busy, too busy *****ingThis nigga girl, but to me she wasn'tBeen hot before they open doors for mePreheated oven, I'm in this soBut I ain't finished thoughIt's been a minute thoughMy newest girl back home, got issues with parentsAnd some charges, how the ***** can I get her to ParisLuckilly, I'm the greatest my country's ever seenSo chances are I get the border to issue me clearanceDreams money can buyEverybody yelled surprised I wasn't surprisedThat's only cause I been waitin' on it, niggaSo ***** whoever hatin on a niggaOf courseDon't ***** with me, don't ***** with meDon't, don't ***** with me, don't ***** with meDon't, don't ***** with me, don't ***** with meDon't, don't ***** with me, don't ***** with meDon't...Food from India, she in Charlotte Olympia'sWe talked music for hours she never mentioned yaCan't tell you how much I love when niggas think they got itAnd I love the fact that line made 'em think about itYMCMB these niggas make it so hard to be friendly when I know part of it's envyTryna fill the shoes, nigga so far these are emptyI take 'em off in the house because the throw carpets are FendiOhh, I never seen the car you claim to driveShit I seen it, you just ain't insideAnd I feel like lately I went from top 5 to remaining 5My favourite rappers either lost it or they ain't aliveAnd they tryna bring us down me, Weezy and StunnaWe stayed up, Christmas lights in the middle of summerAnd if the girl standing next to me got a fat assThen I'll probably give her my numberYeah, I throw my dollars up highAnd they land on the stage, dance onWe got company coming overWould it kill you to put some pants onDreams money can buyThey told me it's like a high, it wasn't a lieYeah, just have some good ***** waiting on a niggaAnd ***** whoever hatin' on a niggaDon't ***** with me, don't ***** with meDon't, don't ***** with me, don't ***** with meDon't, don't ***** with me, don't ***** with meDon't, don't ***** with me, don't ***** with meDon't...
