Drake

Don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
[Drake - Verse 1]
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 f-cking busy, too busy f-cking
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 f-ck 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 f-ck whoever hatin on a nigga
Of course
Don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me
Dont, don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me