Check it out



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Can I get mine? Can I get your money? Cause ain't a damn thing funny

Niggas you know the deal

Needs nuthin' but cash

Serves the late night fiends to collects my green



Peeps the dramatics

Still no time for static

Paper to all my crew

You know how we do

Controls the work force

Y'all know what I'm speakin'

Broke niggas I gets my clown on, ho's I gets my pound on

Silk shirts to leather kicks with flicks in Paris

Smoke bud in every state, no cases filed for rape

Can't escapes that

It's the life of the rhymer, fool

Me please, I insist to make G's

Chills at the top dollar spots with bitches

So they can get a glance at the Eihthype riches

Bitches they wanna follow and peeps my route

But soon catch a hollow and be assed out

Ain't no competition

Wishing on a star

Won't get your ass to very far

Dumps out the car, gives a fuck who you are

Picks up the stank ho's that chill at the bar



Chorus...



Come on, uh

Half Ounce one time

Represent, geah







Soul Assassins two time

Represent, geah

You know how we do, you know how we do





Who lounges the best with bitches by the pool

Shooting pool, laid back, we too cool

Muggs with all the China white, still heavy weighting

For the cops to instigate fools player hating

Two bitches on my arm

But I ain't greedy

As I gives to the needy, picks up real speedy

You know who moves the crowd like a hot A.K.

Money spends, bitches throw ass my way

Gives me lots of pesos for the 'migos

Pump it hottie, Eihthype rocks the party

Who gets away to pay the D.A.

So I can float around to make my pay

Pay bac