Don't f-ck with me, don't fuck with me Don't f-ck 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 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 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 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 fuck whoever hatin 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
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 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, 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 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
Compositor: DrakePublicado em 2019ECAD verificado fonograma #29795869 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM