[Chorus x4]

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 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 x4]



[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 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



[Chorus]