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Monday night. (yeah) You know where we at. (GANG)
Bring the ones out. (brrt)
Throw it! (Throw it!) Throw it! (Throw it!)
Shawty got a booty like a bank, I'ma blow it
Throw it! (Throw it!) Throw it! (Throw it!)
Twenty thousand ones and the floor can't hold it
Rain! (Rain!) Rain! (Rain!)
Bandman in the building, make it rain like a hurricane
Walked in with a duffle, security said "damn" (damn)
Shawty on the pole doin' splits like a plan (splits)
Bad bitch, thick thighs, ass like a verdict (guilty)
Throw a stack, she caught it like a purpose (catch it)
I ain't touchin', I'm just tippin', that's respect (respect)
Ten more racks if she hit the floor on the next (next)
DJ play my shit, the whole club got ratchet (ratchet)
Sub so hard the champagne bottle cracked, bitch (crack)
Tre don't dance, Tre just fund it (fund it)
Every dollar in the air, I ain't even count it (GANG)
Throw it! (Throw it!) Throw it! (Throw it!)
Shawty got a booty like a bank, I'ma blow it
Throw it! (Throw it!) Throw it! (Throw it!)
Twenty thousand ones and the floor can't hold it
Rain! (Rain!) Rain! (Rain!)
Bandman in the building, make it rain like a hurricane
Booty on the beat like a metronome (tick)
She said "Tre, you nasty," I said "take me home" (ha)
Got a section full of hustlers and a table full of blue (blue)
Bad bitches by the dozen, shit, I'm tippin' two by two (two)
Wings, lemon pepper, and a bottle of the pink (pink)
Sub drop hit and the whole club blink (blink)
Ratchet as fuck, we don't do it polite (nah)
Magic in the city every Monday night (yeah)
Money on the floor like a carpet, walk it (walk it)
Bandman Tre, and I'm here to talk it (GANG)
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it
RAIN!
Throw it! (Throw it!) Throw it! (Throw it!)
Shawty got a booty like a bank, I'ma blow it
Throw it! (Throw it!) Throw it! (Throw it!)
Twenty thousand ones and the floor can't hold it
Rain! (Rain!) Rain! (Rain!)
Bandman in the building, make it rain like a hurricane
BANDMAN TRE is a virtual artist of the SUPERMASSIVE Verse: a druggy slow Bankhead drawl that never sounds tired, half-mumbled verses that snap into shouted gang-chant hooks, ad-libs as punctuation. Motivation trap for 2027: the 808 is overdriven until the sub shatters on every drop, bitcrushed bells, cut-outs before every hook. Explicit, ratchet, extremely high energy. AI-performed and disclosed; every song is written and produced in-house.