Don`t Touch My Money

[Chorus 4X]<br>Don`t touch my money man<br>Don`t touch my money man<br>Don`t touch my mothafuckin money man <br><br>[N.A.R.D]<br>Welcome to the city of big ballers and players and hustlers<br>where players be gettin paper from all these customers<br>even from touchin drugs y`all still aint touchin us<br>we be the low key playaz in the back with all that dust<br>see I keep my iced up while y`all gettin viced up<br>niggaz buyin nice trucks still get set right up<br>wrong move, cus see we check hoes with long spoons<br>It`s a must we gotta check `em before they leave the room<br>I`m all about my money deniero fetti and cheeseay<br>don`t nothing please me unless my pockets gettin griezed playa<br><br>[Belo-Zero]<br>Don`t touch my M O N E<br>why all you voltures at me<br>tryin to plot for the dough on the low key<br>but when it come to the dust you provoke me<br>got silly hands out for a sawbuck<br>but runnin off at the mouth get your jaw stuck<br>who that young boy got knocked out<br>little poopy lil brother with the big mouth<br>see a pimp make move and sessions<br>and get the money when its there no questions<br>if he slip then he do it for the lesson<br>hush hush when I`m askin a question<br>cus if he new about hustle he`d be paid<br>cop land take flight in the light shade<br>and a brother run up then he get sprayed<br>otherwise at the mall wanna get laid<br>B E L O gone be paid<br>B E L O gone be paid<br>BE LO ZE RO don`t touch<br><br>[Chorus 4X]<br><br>[AK-47]<br>see I`ma hollar at my muhfucka<br>I don`t fuck wit the bloodsucker<br>smoke a dub of love wit the city gettin gritty for fitty itty bitty <br>puttin it down like P. Diddy<br>do or die just be rollin up like P`s <br>steppin outta the car and lil J runnin and slippin like Clyde Davis<br>get it like I spit it, spit it like I get it for cheesey<br>better yet if its easy now get the paper-paper<br>see they really wanna fade it fade it<br>had to get crossed tossed or lost in the cement<br>2 double 0 1 Escalade and I ride like a veteran <br>had it been you touchin on the paper<br>get you left in a dumpster thats what you get for playin punkster<br>when we come to pump ya<br><br>[N.A. Sean]<br>want me to tell you bout ice you can keep that<br>wanna reach I`ma show you where the heat at<br>on the side of the seat did you peep that<br>6 left in the clip here keep that<br>don`t owe me show me that dust<br>them boys on the block is dangerous<br>everywhere we go we got them thangs with us<br>we some big cats they don`t wanna bang with us, (uh uh)<br>thats right, never let them tell you Na Sean aint tight<br>I be on the paperchase day and night<br>I been tryin to make a million all my life<br>ready to ride with do or die its no lie<br>we be tippin hard on the city`s westside<br>and yea its kinda windy in the city called Chi<br>but we don`t hesitate to let the bullets fly<br>look him in the eye it`s you and I<br><br>[Chorus]