Dreams Money Can Buy

Lyrics

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

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Song Details

Duration
04:13
Key
6
Tempo
180 BPM

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