[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 hoe, get out hoe

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
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 bringing and come with them
Why they come in a cop, fuck around and get shot
I wanna cold blooded nigga shit i will pull a trigger 'cause
You'd better do your homework
you'll find out who you fuckin' wiyh
'Cause i ain't full of sucker shit, i'm joking no Chris Tucker shit
I ain't even smilin' i'm 'bout to star whilin'
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 gettin' my lean on
Hard to miss my target when i done click the beam on
I'mnot the one to scheme on, you pussy niggas dream on
i give the work, fuck what you heard, homeboy you gettin' shot
I'm out here with my chain on, my watch and pink 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
Niggas ain't playin' yo, we still on that gangsta shit
That block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop uh
i'm sorrounded 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 two 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 hollows start firin'

[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

[outro]
Yeah, this what it sounds like when i'm rockin' four in the mornin'
Shit slow down, i'm just fucking with you
I'm ghetto, i'm ghetto like a motherfucker, ha ha
Eh, 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'll tell you,
My bank account gon' bring goose bumps
On your motherfuckin' bank ha ha ha
G-g-g-g-g-g-unit

By E.R.S.