Dreams Money Can Buy

Drake

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    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, 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)

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    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
    Well, 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

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    Composición: Drake, Mr Shebib y Jai Paul

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