[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 s*** 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 s***, I"m joking no Chris Tucker s***
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 s*** 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 s***
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 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-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
s*** slow down, I"m just f-cking with you
I"m ghetto, I"m ghetto like a m****f-cker, ha ha
Eh, a n-ggas calls object, call some b****** 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 b**ps on your m****f-cking bank
G-g-g-g-unit!!!
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 s*** 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 s***, I"m joking no Chris Tucker s***
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 s*** 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 s***
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 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-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
s*** slow down, I"m just f-cking with you
I"m ghetto, I"m ghetto like a m****f-cker, ha ha
Eh, a n-ggas calls object, call some b****** 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 b**ps on your m****f-cking bank
G-g-g-g-unit!!!