50 CENT - All About Dough lyrics

rate me

[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

[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

[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!!!

Thanks to adrianna for correcting these lyrics