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Don't touch my man
Don't touch my man
Don't my mothafuckin money man

[N.A.R.D]
Welcome to the city of big ballers and players and
where be gettin paper from all these customers
even touchin drugs y'all still aint touchin us
we be the low key in the back with all that dust
see I keep my iced up y'all gettin viced up
niggaz nice trucks still get set right up
wrong move, cus see we hoes with long spoons
It's a must we gotta 'em before they leave the room
I'm all about my deniero fetti and cheeseay
don't nothing please me my pockets gettin griezed playa

Don't my M O N E
why all you at me
tryin to for the dough on the low key
but when it to the dust you provoke me
got silly hands out for a
but off at the mouth get your jaw stuck
who that boy got knocked out
poopy lil brother with the big mouth
see a make move and sessions
and get the when its there no questions
if he then he do it for the lesson
hush hush when I'm askin a
cus if he new about he'd be paid
cop land flight in the light shade
and a run up then he get sprayed
otherwise at the mall get laid
B E L O gone be
B E L O be paid
BE LO ZE RO touch

4X]

see I'ma at my muhfucka
I don't wit the bloodsucker
smoke a dub of love wit the city gritty for fitty itty bitty
puttin it like P. Diddy
do or die just be rollin up P's
steppin outta the car and lil J runnin and like Clyde Davis
get it like I spit it, it like I get it for cheesey
yet if its easy now get the paper-paper
see they really fade it fade it
had to get crossed tossed or lost in the
2 double 0 1 Escalade and I ride a veteran
had it you touchin on the paper
get you left in a thats what you get for playin punkster
when we to pump ya

[N.A.
want me to tell you ice you can keep that
wanna reach show you where the heat at
on the side of the seat did you that
6 left in the here keep that
don't owe me show me dust
them boys on the is dangerous
everywhere we go we got thangs with us
we some big cats don't wanna bang with us, (uh uh)
thats right, let them tell you Na Sean aint tight
I be on the paperchase day and
I tryin to make a million all my life
ready to ride do or die its no lie
we be hard on the city's westside
and yea its kinda windy in the city Chi
but we don't to let the bullets fly
him in the eye it's you and I