Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Back 2 The Game

Don't Touch My Money Lyrics

[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 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]

 

 [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]