All About Dough lyrics Lyrics

Song Lyrics All About Dough lyrics [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 F-ck you thought we was trickin , get out ho, get out ho [50 Cent - Verse 1] I smile when that money come, stunt when that money come N-ggas 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, f-ck around and get shot I wanna cold blood n-gga shit I will pull a trigger cause You d better do your homework you ll find out who you f-cking with Cause I ain t full of s-cker 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, p-ssy n-ggas dream on I give the work, f-ck 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 F-ck you thought we was trickin , get out ho, get out ho [50 Cent - Verse 2] It s the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips N-ggas 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 n-ggas 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 f-ck n-gga, I don t give a f-ck 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 n-ggas ll just fire mags for me It s the telephone game, I done heard through the grape vine N-ggas 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 f-cking with you I m ghetto, I m ghetto like a muthaf-cker, ha ha Eh, a n-ggas calls object, call some bitches man I m finna have some b-tches come over here Oh my God, this is the life Eh n-gga I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your muthaf-cking bank G-g-g-g-unit!!! Song Lyrics