[Intro: BandGang Masoe]
Send the coast guard please
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
We 'bout to rain this bitch out
Girl, move the fuck out the way

[Verse 1: BandGang Masoe]
Better send the coast guard, bro just came in with a fifty
And it's twenty other niggas with a ten, that's two-fifty
Them killers, gorillas, and drug dealers came with me
Way before corona, we was puttin' niggas six feet
Tell a waitress bring the ones and put sparklers on my bottle
I know them niggas watchin', so we bringin' every hollow
Just bring that money box out, ho, what you lookin' shocked for?
You probably fuckin' with a nigga that ain't got a row
Let's spend it all, I ain't worriеd 'bout the bill (At all)
We in herе rainin' like we just signed a deal (On my mama, nigga)
Oh shit, they done got me off a pill (I be trippin')
Now I'm on the stage trippin', clutchin' on my steel
Bitch, leave the club if you ain't tryna spend no money (Bitch)
Ran out of ones, I done start rainin' hundreds
Type of nigga that'll catch it and punt it (Indeed)
You ain't rainin' 'cause your ass been gettin' fronted, nigga

[Chorus: BandGang Masoe]
Tell the waitress keep 'em comin', nigga, we ain't never stressin'
You might see me throwin' money, then throwin' up the set, bitch
You better not make me mad 'cause we'll spend a bag
I'm talkin' 'bout spend a nigga kit just to see some ass
Tell the waitress keep 'em comin', nigga, we ain't never stressin'
You might see me throwin' money, then throwin' up the set, bitch better not make me mad 'cause we'll spend a bag
I'm talkin' throwin' a nigga kit just to see some ass, money
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