Don’t Touch My Money

(Chorus 4X)
 Don't touch my money man
 Don't touch my money man
 Don't touch my mothafuckin money man
 (N.A.R.D)
 Welcome to the city of big ballers and players and hustlers
 where players be gettin paper from all these customers
 even from touchin drugs y'all still aint touchin us
 we be the low key playaz in the back with all that dust
 see I keep my iced up while y'all gettin viced up
 niggaz buyin nice trucks still get set right up
 wrong move, cus see we check hoes with long spoons
 It's a must we gotta check 'em before they leave the room
 I'm all about my money deniero fetti and cheeseay
 don't nothing please me unless my pockets gettin griezed playa
 (Belo-Zero)
 Don't touch my M O N E
 why all you voltures at me
 tryin to plot for the dough on the low key
 but when it come to the dust you provoke me
 got silly hands out for a sawbuck
 but runnin off at the mouth get your jaw stuck
 who that young boy got knocked out
 little poopy lil brother with the big mouth
 see a pimp make move and sessions
 and get the money when its there no questions
 if he slip then he do it for the lesson
 hush hush when I'm askin a question
 cus if he new about hustle he'd be paid
 cop land take flight in the light shade
 and a brother run up then he get sprayed
 otherwise at the mall wanna get laid
 B E L O gone be paid
 B E L O gone be paid
 BE LO ZE RO don't touch
 (Chorus 4X)
 (AK-47)
 see I'ma hollar at my muhfucka
 I don't fuck wit the bloodsucker
 smoke a dub of love wit the city gettin gritty for fitty itty bitty
 puttin it down like P. Diddy
 do or die just be rollin up like P's
 steppin outta the car and lil J runnin and slippin like Clyde Davis
 get it like I spit it, spit it like I get it for cheesey
 better yet if its easy now get the paper-paper
 see they really wanna fade it fade it
 had to get crossed tossed or lost in the cement
 2 double 0 1 Escalade and I ride like a veteran
 had it been you touchin on the paper
 get you left in a dumpster thats what you get for playin punkster
 when we come to pump ya
 (N.A. Sean)
 want me to tell you bout ice you can keep that
 wanna reach I'ma show you where the heat at
 on the side of the seat did you peep that
 6 left in the clip here keep that
 don't owe me show me that dust
 them boys on the block is dangerous
 everywhere we go we got them thangs with us
 we some big cats they don't wanna bang with us, (uh uh)
 thats right, never let them tell you Na Sean aint tight
 I be on the paperchase day and night
 I been tryin to make a million all my life
 ready to ride with do or die its no lie
 we be tippin hard on the city's westside
 and yea its kinda windy in the city called Chi
 but we don't hesitate to let the bullets fly
 look him in the eye it's you and I
 (Chorus)