Drake – Dreams Money Can Buy Lyrics

Dreams Money Can Buy

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"Dreams Money Can Buy." - Drake

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 07:22 pm

Album: Care Package

Track No: 01

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
Don't
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 to 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, 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 **** 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," I wasn't surprised
That's only 'cause I been waiting on it, ****
So fuck whoever hating on a ****, 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 Olympias
We talked music for hours, she never mentioned ya
Can't tell you how much I love when **** think they got it
And I love the fact that line made 'em think about it
YMCMB
These **** make it so hard to be friendly when I know part of it's envy
Tryna fill the shoes, ****, so far these are empty
I take 'em off in the house because the throw carpets are Fendi
Ooh, I never seen the car you claim to drive
Well, shit, I seen it, you just ain't inside
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'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, and it wasn't a lie, yeah
Just have some good pussy waiting on a ****
And fuck whoever hating on a ****
Aw, yeah
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
Don't
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me
Don't

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah "40" Shebib & J Paul.

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