All About Dough Lyrics - 50 Cent

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 

Fuck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho 

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 bringin' and come with them, 

Why they come in a cop, fuck around and get shot 

I'm on that cold blood nigga shit I will pull a trigger 'cause 

You'd better do your homework you'll find out who you fucking with 

'Cause I ain't full of sucker 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, pussy niggas dream on 

I give the work, fuck 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 

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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 

Fuck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho 

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 

I'm surrounded 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 2 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 holows start flying 

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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 

Fuck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho 

Yeah, this is what it sound like when I'm rockin' four in the morning 

Shit slow down, I'm just fucking with you 

I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto like a muthafucker, ha ha 

Eh, a 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 tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your muthafucking 

Bank 

G-g-g-g-unit!