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