50 Cent - All About Dough (Freestyle) lyrics

[Chorus] Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though Cocaine, h**n, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo f** 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***as 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** around and get shot I wanna cold blood n***a sh** I will pull a trigger 'cause You'd better do your homework you'll find out who you f**ing with 'Cause I ain't full of s**er sh**, I'm joking no Chris Tucker sh** 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**y n***as dream on I give the work, f** 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 sh** take a look at what I got [Chorus] Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though Cocaine, h**n, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo f** 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***as ain't playin' yo, we still on that gangsta sh** 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***as 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** n***a, I don't give a f** I pistol whip your a** down, watch your homies pick you up I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money Think maybe that's why n***as'll just fire mags for me It's the telephone game, I done heard through the grape vine n***as talk crazy until the holows start firin' [Chorus] [Outro] Yeah, this is what it sound like when I'm rockin' four in the morning sh** slow down, I'm just f**ing with you I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto like a muthaf**er, ha ha Eh, a n***as calls object, call some b**hes man I'm finna have some b**hes come over here Oh my God, this is the life Eh n***a I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your muthaf**ing bank G-g-g-g-unit!!!