[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
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't nothing hold me down Now watch me, now watch me Now watch me shut this thang down It's my life, I'ma do what I do And if you don't like it, it's
my jewels Clutch my uz', anything I touch I bruise Puff make his own laws, nigga, fuck your rules (That's right) Good fellas, you know you can't touch us dudes Don't
Norway My name hold more weight than Broadway You like the way I do the things I do It's all for you No way to fill my shoes 'cause all I do I do for
, why don't you show it? If you need me, why don't you show it? I've been givin' you my all, givin' you my I've been givin' you my all, my all, my What
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Put your money
say word, you got to be jokin' Don't worry about it dun, I'm on the next thing smokin' Hit Bristal up on the speed dial Yo these funny talkin' cats, tryin' to do
Quarter bricks half things in the back room Money coming, money going Serve my out of town nigger yeah that money pouring Said the ... nigger serving at the ... We don't
I don't smoke endo, I count cash on my patio So much love on the streets, don't need no bodyguard Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod I'm off
money and who the fuck to do Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a silence carbine Place my cross hairs on my vic's eye Squeeze the trigger
in the LA Express Teach you how to walk in some high heeled shoes "Are you my pimp?" Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise Oh dear God don't
big part of the game I'm street certified The hood calling my name, you probably heard of I More money more haters maybe as long as I'm Still breathing these niggers don't
green light on them haters Keep on tryin' me, I'll put that beam right on ya tater Now you don't wanna see T.I.P. be irate Just try to keep him in a cage
is ours All we need is our love, money and the power My love, your love, your sense, my touch Boy, I need your body, tonight I ain't leavin' this pub
