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4X]
Don't touch my man
touch my money man
Don't touch my mothafuckin man

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

Don't my M O N E
why all you at me
to plot for the dough on the low key
but when it to the dust you provoke me
got silly hands out for a
but runnin off at the mouth get jaw stuck
who that young boy got out
little 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 I'm askin a question
cus if he new about hustle be paid
cop take flight in the light shade
and a run up then he get sprayed
otherwise at the mall wanna get
B E L O be paid
B E L O be paid
BE LO ZE RO don't

4X]

see hollar at my muhfucka
I don't fuck wit the
smoke a dub of love wit the city gettin gritty for itty bitty
it down like P. Diddy
do or die be rollin up like P's
steppin outta the car and lil J and slippin like Clyde Davis
get it I spit it, spit it like I get it for cheesey
better yet if its now get the paper-paper
see they wanna fade it fade it
had to get crossed tossed or in the cement
2 0 1 Escalade and I ride like 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.
me to tell you bout ice you can keep that
wanna reach show you where the heat at
on the side of the did you peep that
6 left in the clip keep that
don't owe me me that dust
them on the block is dangerous
we go we got them thangs with us
we some big cats they wanna bang with us, (uh uh)
thats right, never let them tell you Na aint tight
I be on the day and night
I tryin to make a million all my life
to ride with do or die its no lie
we be tippin on the city's westside
and yea its kinda in the city called Chi
but we don't to let the bullets fly
look him in the eye you and I