(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 mone
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 slippi
