don't fuck with me
don't fuck with me
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 they 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 in neighborhoods
they never seen it
that shit is dangerous
but it's so convenient
i ain't lying
yeah
and comfortable i sit
that manual ferrari italia's some fly shit
it's sitting at the house like i bought it in '96
'cause honestly i'm too fucking busy to drive stick
i swear
too fucking busy
too busy fuckin'
this nigga girl
but to me she wasn't
been hot before they open doors for me
pre-heated oven
i'm in this ho
but i ain't finished though
it's been a minute though
my newest girl from 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 surprise!"