[ti:All About Dough]
[ar:50 Cent]
[al:Sleek Audio]
50 Cent - All About Dough

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
*** 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
*** around and get shot
I wanna cold blood nigga ***
I will pull a trigger 'cause
You'd better do your homework
you'll find out who you ***ing with
'Cause I ain't full of sucker ***
I'm joking no Chris Tucker ***
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,
*** 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 ***
take a look at what I got
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
*** 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 ***
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 *** nigga, I don't give a ***
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 firin'
Yeah, this is what it sound like
when I'm rockin' four in the morning
*** slow down, I'm just ***ing with you
I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto like a mutha***er, 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 mutha***ing bank
!