Artist: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Don Q Album: Highbridge The Label: The Takeover Vol. 1 Song: Bando Typed by: AZ Lyrics [A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Spending nights in the bando, woah Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up Know that's the lingo, woah Spending nights in the bando, woah Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up Know that's the lingo, woah If you understand the definition of a real nigga We could chill, we could hang though, woah Gotta understand that business only business Nah nigga we can't mix it up with friends though, no This is nights in the bando, woah [Don Q] Nights in the bando, this ice got my hands froze Kites to the can 'til all my niggas land home Grind 'til I afford the drop, I'm working like I'm on the clock Stir it when the water hot, bag it and serve it on the spot I'm just bar teasing, you could tell the squad eating Ton of cash, hundred bags, you'd think we robbed Nieman's Don season, get your bitch and your jewelry took Killers in the courtroom, got the jury shook I let this fully cook, give a fuck how a bully look They tryna figure out how much holes the back of his hoodie took Now that's the meaning of a death wish Fully loaded nina leave his head split Look how I'm dressed bitch, you expect me to stress shit? Ho relax, half a stack just for the left kick A nigga living what he rhyming 'bout Lord forgive me, I let killers in my mama's house [A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Spending nights in the bando, woah Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up Know that's the lingo, woah That's the lingo Spending nights in the bando, woah Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up Know that's the lingo, woah If you understand the definition of a real nigga We could chill, we could hang though, woah Gotta understand that business only business Nah nigga we can't mix it up with friends though, no Spendin' nights in the bando, woah Spending nights in the bando, woah Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up Know that's the lingo, woah If you understand the definition of a real nigga We could chill, we could hang though, woah Gotta understand that business is just business Nah nigga we can't mix it up with friends though, no This is nights in the bando, woah I know you think I'm just talking We could meet up wherever you niggas want then Got me feeling like Dre in Straight Outta Compton Got me feeling like making Straight Outta Bronx and I don't think they understand though Why my niggas moving keys like they playing pianos Baking soda on the floor when I step in the bando They think I'm Illuminati with this eye on my kenzo And the way I take your bitch I make you think it's simple When she take me to her crib, slide my dick on her dimple Guess she thought that I was rich, I was driving a rental Now I'm with my nigga Bubba boolin' in the Benzo Get the fuck up out your feelings nigga Get some fucking money those My brothers, if I got it they get anything from me Same Balmains every day, niggas think I'm bummy Same jeans for a week, they cost seventeen hundred, ah