50 cent
all about dough
[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 hoe, get out hoe [50 Cent - 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 bringing and come with them Why they come in a cop, fuck around and get shot I wanna cold blooded nigga shit i will pull a trigger 'cause You'd better do your homework you'll find out who you fuckin' wiyh 'Cause i ain't full of sucker shit, i'm joking no Chris Tucker shit I ain't even smilin' i'm 'bout to star whilin' 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 gettin' my lean on Hard to miss my target when i done click the beam on I'mnot the one to scheme on, you pussy niggas dream on i give the work, fuck what you heard, homeboy you gettin' shot I'm out here with my chain on, my watch and pink 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 Niggas ain't playin' yo, we still on that gangsta shit That block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop uh i'm sorrounded 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 fuck nigga, i don't give a fuck I pistol whip your ass down watch your homies pick you up I got two 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 hollows start firin' [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 [outro] Yeah, this what it sounds like when i'm rockin' four in the mornin' Shit slow down, i'm just fucking with you I'm ghetto, i'm ghetto like a motherfucker, ha ha Eh, niggas calls object, call some bitches man i'm finna have some bitches come over here Oh my God, this is the life Eh nigga i'll tell you, My bank account gon' bring goose bumps On your motherfuckin' bank ha ha ha G-g-g-g-g-g-unit By E.R.S.