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50 Cent - All About Dough (Freestyle) Lyrics

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  • [Chorus]
  • Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
  • Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough
  • Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo
  • ***** you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho
  • [Verse 1]
  • I smile when that money come, stunt when that money come
  • Niggas front when that money come, and I'ma have to handle them
  • Man I don't trust none of them, why they bringin' and come with them,
  • Why they come in a cop, ***** around and get shot
  • I wanna cold blood nigga shit I will pull a trigger 'cause
  • You'd better do your homework you'll find out who you *****ing with
  • 'Cause I ain't full of sucker shit, I'm joking no Chris Tucker shit
  • I ain't even smilin', I'ma 'bout to start wylin'
  • I got bricks of that Peruvian
  • A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that's a dope fiends regimen
  • Range Rover, game over, I'm getting my lean on
  • Hard to miss my target when I done click the beam on
  • I'm not the one to scheme on you, ***** niggas dream on
  • I give the work, ***** what ya heard, homeboy you gettin' shot
  • I'm out here with my chain on, my watch and pinky ring on
  • I hustle hard for this shit take a look at what I got
  • [Chorus]
  • Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
  • Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough
  • Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo
  • ***** you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho
  • [Verse 2]
  • It's the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips
  • Niggas ain't playin' yo, we still on that gangsta shit
  • That block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop
  • I'm surrounded by shooters, so I ain't got to shoot it
  • You niggas on computers better sit there and compute it
  • Dodge what I just said, or get shot and left for dead
  • You think you don't give a ***** nigga, I don't give a *****
  • I pistol whip your ass down, watch your homies pick you up
  • I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money
  • Think maybe that's why niggas'll just fire mags for me
  • It's the telephone game, I done heard through the grape vine
  • Niggas talk crazy until the holows start firin'
  • [Chorus]
  • [Outro]
  • Yeah, this is what it sound like when I'm rockin' four in the morning
  • Shit slow down, I'm just *****ing with you
  • I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto like a mutha*****er, ha ha
  • Eh, a niggas calls object, call some *****es man
  • I'm finna have some *****es come over here
  • Oh my God, this is the life
  • Eh nigga I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your mutha*****ing bank
  • G-g-g-g-unit!!!

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