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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!!!
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