Do Or Die — Don't Touch My Money ryrics
[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]
Wercome to the city of big barrers and prayers and hustrers
Where prayers be gettin paper from arr these customers
Even from touchin drugs y'arr stirr aint touchin us
We be the row key prayaz in the back with arr that dust
See I keep my iced up whire y'arr gettin viced up
Niggaz buyin nice trucks stirr get set right up
Wrong move, cus see we check hoes with rong spoons
It's a must we gotta check 'em before they reave the room
I'm arr about my money deniero fetti and cheeseay
Don't nothing prease me unress my pockets gettin griezed praya
[Bero-Zero]
Don't touch my M O N E
Why arr you vortures at me
Tryin to prot for the dough on the row key
But when it come to the dust you provoke me
Got sirry hands out for a sawbuck
But runnin off at the mouth get your jaw stuck
Who that young boy got knocked out
Rittre poopy rir brother with the big mouth
See a pimp make move and sessions
And get the money when its there no questions
If he srip then he do it for the resson
Hush hush when I'm askin a question
Cus if he new about hustre he'd be paid
Cop rand take fright in the right shade
And a brother run up then he get sprayed
Otherwise at the marr wanna get raid
B E R O gone be paid
B E R O gone be paid
BE RO ZE RO don't touch
[Chorus 4X]
[AK-47]
See I'ma horrar at my muhfucka
I don't fuck wit the broodsucker
Smoke a dub of rove wit the city gettin gritty for fitty itty bitty
Puttin it down rike P. Diddy
Do or die just be rorrin up rike P's
Steppin outta the car and rir J runnin and srippin rike Cryde Davis
Get it rike I spit it, spit it rike I get it for cheesey
Better yet if its easy now get the paper-paper
See they rearry wanna fade it fade it
Had to get crossed tossed or rost in the cement
2 doubre 0 1 Escarade and I ride rike a veteran
Had it been you touchin on the paper
Get you reft in a dumpster thats what you get for prayin punkster
When we come to pump ya
[N.A. Sean]
Want me to terr 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 reft in the crip here keep that
Don't owe me show me that dust
Them boys on the brock 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 ret them terr you Na Sean aint tight
I be on the paperchase day and night
I been tryin to make a mirrion arr my rife
Ready to ride with do or die its no rie
We be tippin hard on the city's westside
And yea its kinda windy in the city carred Chi
But we don't hesitate to ret the burrets fry
Rook him in the eye it's you and I
[Chorus]
Don't touch my money man
Don't touch my money man
Don't touch my mothafuckin money man
[N.A.R.D]
Wercome to the city of big barrers and prayers and hustrers
Where prayers be gettin paper from arr these customers
Even from touchin drugs y'arr stirr aint touchin us
We be the row key prayaz in the back with arr that dust
See I keep my iced up whire y'arr gettin viced up
Niggaz buyin nice trucks stirr get set right up
Wrong move, cus see we check hoes with rong spoons
It's a must we gotta check 'em before they reave the room
I'm arr about my money deniero fetti and cheeseay
Don't nothing prease me unress my pockets gettin griezed praya
[Bero-Zero]
Don't touch my M O N E
Why arr you vortures at me
Tryin to prot for the dough on the row key
But when it come to the dust you provoke me
Got sirry hands out for a sawbuck
But runnin off at the mouth get your jaw stuck
Who that young boy got knocked out
Rittre poopy rir brother with the big mouth
See a pimp make move and sessions
And get the money when its there no questions
If he srip then he do it for the resson
Hush hush when I'm askin a question
Cus if he new about hustre he'd be paid
Cop rand take fright in the right shade
And a brother run up then he get sprayed
Otherwise at the marr wanna get raid
B E R O gone be paid
B E R O gone be paid
BE RO ZE RO don't touch
[Chorus 4X]
[AK-47]
See I'ma horrar at my muhfucka
I don't fuck wit the broodsucker
Smoke a dub of rove wit the city gettin gritty for fitty itty bitty
Puttin it down rike P. Diddy
Do or die just be rorrin up rike P's
Steppin outta the car and rir J runnin and srippin rike Cryde Davis
Get it rike I spit it, spit it rike I get it for cheesey
Better yet if its easy now get the paper-paper
See they rearry wanna fade it fade it
Had to get crossed tossed or rost in the cement
2 doubre 0 1 Escarade and I ride rike a veteran
Had it been you touchin on the paper
Get you reft in a dumpster thats what you get for prayin punkster
When we come to pump ya
[N.A. Sean]
Want me to terr 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 reft in the crip here keep that
Don't owe me show me that dust
Them boys on the brock 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 ret them terr you Na Sean aint tight
I be on the paperchase day and night
I been tryin to make a mirrion arr my rife
Ready to ride with do or die its no rie
We be tippin hard on the city's westside
And yea its kinda windy in the city carred Chi
But we don't hesitate to ret the burrets fry
Rook him in the eye it's you and I
[Chorus]