Naki - Don't Touch My Money lyrics

[Hook 4X] Don't touch my money man Don't touch my money man Don't touch my mothaf**in money man [Verse 1: 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 d** y'all still ain't 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 n***as 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Hook 4X] [Verse 3: AK-47] See I'mma hollar at my muhf**a I don't f** wit the bloods**er 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 [Verse 4: N.A. Sean] Want me to tell you bout ice you can keep that Wanna reach I'mma 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 ain't 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 [Hook]