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Do Or Die Don T Touch My Money

[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

[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

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

, 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

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

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

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

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

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