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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] is dangerous but it so convenient
 I aint lying, yeah
 [bad word] I sit
 That manual Ferrari Italian, some fly [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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, [bad word]  So f-ck whoever hatin on a [bad word]  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
 Dont, 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
 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, [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  Then I’ll probably give her my number
 Yeah, I throw my dollars up high
 And they land on the stage, dance on
 We [bad word] 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 p-ssy waiting on a [bad word]  And f-ck whoever hatin’ on a [bad word] 
 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
 Dont, 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
 Don’t…