DRAKE - Dreams Money Can Buy lyrics

rate me

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

Thats 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

Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me

Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me

Dont, 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 wasnt 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

Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me

Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me

Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me

Don’t…<br />

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Thanks to razvan