Dreams Money Can Buy Songtext
von Drake

Don′t fuck with me, don't fuck with me
Don′t fuck with me, don't fuck 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 bitches the meanest
Tell em I love em and don't ever mean it
We go on dates I send the Maybach
Out to neighbourhoods, that 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 fucking busy to drive stick
I swear, too fucking busy, too busy fucking


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 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 surprised I wasn't surprised
Thats only cause I been waitin′ on it, nigga
So fuck whoever hatin on a nigga
Of course

Don′t fuck with me, don't fuck with me
Dont, don′t fuck with me, don't fuck with me

Dont, don′t fuck with me, don't fuck with me

Dont, don′t fuck with me, don't fuck 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 pussy waiting on a nigga
And fuck whoever hatin′ on a nigga

Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me
Dont, don′t fuck with me, don′t fuck with me
Dont, don't fuck with me, don′t fuck with me
Dont, don't fuck with me, don′t fuck with me
Don't?