Do or Die Don't Touch My Money Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 Beyond the Surface
  • 2 Ain't No Punk
  • 3 Sex Appeal
  • 4 Diamenz
  • 5 I Got a Problem
  • 6 We Are Here
  • 7 3 A.M.
  • 8 Secret Indictment
  • 9 Dead Homies
  • 10 That's My Car
  • 11 Menage a Trois
  • 12 Touchdown
  • 13 Don't Touch My Money
  • 14 Diamenz (remix)
  • [Chorus 4X]
    Don't touch my money man
    Don't touch my money man
    Don't touch my mothafuckin money man

    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

    Don't touch my M O N E
    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]

    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 slippin like Clyde Davis
    get it like I spit it, spit it like I get it for cheesey
    better yet if its easy now get the paper-paper
    see they really wanna fade it fade it
    had to get crossed tossed or lost in the cement
    2 double 0 1 Escalade and I ride like a veteran
    had it been you touchin on the paper
    get you left in a dumpster thats what you get for playin punkster
    when we come to pump ya

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


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