Текст песни Drake - Dreams Money Can Buy

Don’t f*ck with 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, don’t f*ck with me

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
Yeah, and lately I do b*tches the meanest
Tell em I love em and don’t ever mean it
We go on dates I send the Maybach out the neighborhoods so you never seen it
That shit is dangerous but it so convenient
I ain’t lying, yeah
And comfortable I sit
That manual Ferrari Italian, some fly shit
It’s sittin’ at the house like I bought in ‘96
Cause honestly I’m too f*cking busy to drive stick
I swear, too f*cking busy, too busy f*cking
This n*gga girl, but to me she wasn’t
But high before they open doors for me
Preheat the oven, I’m in this
But I ain’t 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?
Luckily, I’m the greatest my country’s ever seen
So chances are I get to border and issued with clearance
Dreams money can buy
Everybody else surprised I wasn’t surprised
That’s only cause I been waitin’ on it, n*gga
So f*ck whoever hatin’ on a n*gga
Of course

Don’t f*ck with 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, don’t f*ck with me

Fool from India, she and Charlotte Olympia’s
We talked music for hours she never mentioned ya
Can’t tell you how much I love when n*ggas think they got it
And I love the fact that line made em think about it
YMCMB these n*ggas make it so hard to be friendly when I know part of it’s envy
Tryna fill the shoes, n*gga so far these are empty
I take em off in the house because the throw carpets are Fendi
Oh, I never seen the car you claim to drive
Oh shit I seen it, you just ain’t inside
And I feel like lately I went from top 5 to remaining 5
My favorite rappers either lost it or 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 we 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 a high, it wasn’t a lie
Yeah just have some good pussy waiting on a n*gga
And f*ck whoever hatin’ on a n*gga

Don’t f*ck with 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, don’t f*ck with me