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    Don't f-ck with me, don't fuck with me
    Don't f-ck 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
    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 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
    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 fuck whoever hatin on a nigga
    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 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 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, 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
    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

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