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 their heart for me And tell me how much they hate it when they apart from me And lately I do bitches demeanin' Just tell em I love em and don't ever mean it We go on dates, I send a maid back out the neighborhoods and never seen it That shit is dangerous but it's so convenient, I ain't lyin' Uncomfortable I sit, that manual Ferrari Italian, some fly shit And sittin' at the house like I bought it in 9-6 Cause honestly I'm too fuckin' busy to drive stick, I swear Too fuckin' busy, too busy fuckin' this nigga girl but to me she wasn't Been high before they opened doors for me, preheat the oven a minute so 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'll get the border to issue me clearance Dreams money goodbye, everybody else surprised I wasn't surprised That's only cause I been waitin' on that nigga So fuck whoever hatin' on that nigga Of course Fool from India, she in Charlotte Olympias We talk music for hours, she never mention ya Can't tell ya 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, niggas so far these are empty I take em off in the house because the throw carpets are fendy Ooh, I never seen the car you claim to drive Well shit I've seen it, you just ain't it And I feel like lately it went from top five to remaining five My favorite rappers either lost it or they ain't 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'd probably give her my number Yeah, I throw my dollars up high And they laying on the stage with dance on We got company coming over Where they kill you to put some pants on Where they kill you to put some pants on Dreams, money, goodbye They told me it's like a high and it wasn't a lie Yeah, just have some good pussy waiting on a nigga And fuck whoever hating on a nigga Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me