[Intro: BandGang Masoe]
Send the coast guard please
(My n***a 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 n***as with a ten, that's two-fifty
Them killers, gorillas, and drug dealers came with me
Way before corona, we was puttin' n***as six feet
Tell a waitress bring the ones and put sparklers on my bottle
I know them n***as watchin', so we bringin' every hollow
Just bring that money box out, ho, what you lookin' shocked for?
You probably fuckin' with a n***a 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, n***a)
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 n***a that'll catch it and punt it (Indeed)
You ain't rainin' 'cause your ass been gettin' fronted, n***a

[Chorus: BandGang Masoe]
Tell the waitress keep 'em comin', n***a, 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 n***a kit just to see some ass
Tell the waitress keep 'em comin', n***a, 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 n***a kit just to see some ass, money
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Ayy, who that fly n***a blow takin' E pills?
I'ma need ten mil' to resign for real
Hood star, fast car, n***a buyin' all the seals
We don't cry, it's the art of war, kill or be killed, n***a
Fuck a name
You see me bust if I try tuck the Shaq, I ain't never did nothin' lame
There and back with the load, you never did a one-a-day
Crib in the 'burbs, still'll never put my gun away
You too humble, Face, pop your shit
Rose gold white, who got a watch like this?
Japanese denim, hop out chopsticks
Bruce Leroy, exclusive kicks, chop bricks, n***a

[Verse 3: Peezy]
Hop out on Rodeo, hoes takin' pics
I done got famous, need security to take a piss
Richer than a motherfucker, I can't even fake it
Got so many hoes wanna work for me, might move to Vegas
In a Maybach, black and silver like the Oakland Raiders
Twenty-two platinum Rollie cost a hundred, no debatin'
I ain't fucked up about it, if she throw it, I won't take it
I done hit the coldest shit in the city, bro basic
Richest n***a from my hood, when they see me, they gon' chase it
Type of shit that you do twice a year is everyday shit
Real n***a seminar, miss me with the fake shit
You ain't see 'em ride past? That's them in the spaceship
I been in the toughest situations, I ain't say shit
Black 560, white Range Rover, me and Ray shit
Knock 'em down side-to-side, Steph and Klay shit
Ghetto Boyz ENT, don't get caught when the wave hit
[Outro: Peezy]
Don't you ever go against the fam
Ayy, Mas
Family shit, n***a, yeah
(My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)