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

[N.A.R.D]
Welcome to the city of big ballers and and hustlers
where players be paper from all these customers
even from touchin drugs y'all still touchin us
we be the low key playaz in the back with all that
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 check 'em before they leave the room
I'm all about my deniero fetti and cheeseay
don't nothing please me unless my gettin griezed 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 come to the you provoke me
got hands out for a sawbuck
but runnin off at the mouth get jaw stuck
who that boy got knocked out
little poopy lil with the big mouth
see a pimp move and sessions
and get the when its there no questions
if he slip then he do it for the
hush when I'm askin a question
cus if he new about hustle he'd be
cop land take in the light shade
and a brother run up then he get
otherwise at the mall wanna get
B E L O be paid
B E L O gone be
BE LO ZE RO don't

4X]

see I'ma hollar at my
I don't fuck wit the
smoke a dub of love wit the city gettin gritty for fitty itty
puttin it 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 like I it, spit it like I get it for cheesey
yet if its easy now get the paper-paper
see they really wanna fade it it
had to get crossed or lost in the cement
2 0 1 Escalade and I ride like a veteran
had it been you on the paper
get you in a dumpster thats what you get for playin punkster
we come to pump ya

[N.A.
want me to tell you bout ice you can that
wanna reach I'ma show you the heat at
on the side of the did you peep that
6 left in the clip here that
don't owe me show me dust
them boys on the block is
everywhere we go we got them with us
we some big cats they wanna bang with us, (uh uh)
thats right, never let them tell you Na Sean tight
I be on the paperchase day and
I tryin to make a million all my life
to ride with do or die its no lie
we be tippin hard on the city's
and yea its kinda windy in the called Chi
but we don't to let the bullets fly
look him in the eye you and I