50 Cent - All About Dough (Freestyle) Lyrics
[Chorus]Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out thoughCocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout doughCops 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 comeNiggas front when that money come, and I'ma have to handle themMan I don't trust none of them, why they bringin' and come with them,Why they come in a cop, ***** around and get shotI wanna cold blood nigga shit I will pull a trigger 'causeYou'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 shitI ain't even smilin', I'ma 'bout to start wylin'I got bricks of that PeruvianA though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that's a dope fiends regimenRange Rover, game over, I'm getting my lean onHard to miss my target when I done click the beam onI'm not the one to scheme on you, ***** niggas dream onI give the work, ***** what ya heard, homeboy you gettin' shotI'm out here with my chain on, my watch and pinky ring onI hustle hard for this shit take a look at what I got[Chorus]Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out thoughCocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout doughCops 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 tipsNiggas ain't playin' yo, we still on that gangsta shitThat block mine, find out when my Glock 9, popI'm surrounded by shooters, so I ain't got to shoot itYou niggas on computers better sit there and compute itDodge what I just said, or get shot and left for deadYou think you don't give a ***** nigga, I don't give a *****I pistol whip your ass down, watch your homies pick you upI got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag moneyThink maybe that's why niggas'll just fire mags for meIt's the telephone game, I done heard through the grape vineNiggas talk crazy until the holows start firin'[Chorus][Outro]Yeah, this is what it sound like when I'm rockin' four in the morningShit slow down, I'm just *****ing with youI'm ghetto, I'm ghetto like a mutha*****er, ha haEh, a niggas calls object, call some *****es manI'm finna have some *****es come over hereOh my God, this is the lifeEh nigga I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your mutha*****ing bankG-g-g-g-unit!!!