"Another Bando" lyrics

[Boldy James:]
Let me get my cash up
They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah (Where we at with it?)
Before we hit the bando, yeah (227)
Trap another bando, yeah (Let's get it, Mafia, what else?)

Bro keep calling home, he just want to kick it
Brodie on the other phone wanna know the ticket
Told him hold on, had to click over on my Cricket
Trapping in the drug zone, all we know is brick it
Used to pour some margaritas, copping bows, some biscuits
Started fucking with the ether, now we on to Memphis
Broke it down, in the D, the coke be so expensive
On the Mile in that GT, feeling so relentless
Morgantown, West D niggas know the business
Quarter pound to a key, now he owing interest
Blowing loud in the V, windows tinted
Four thousand just to see, spent that on some lenses
Niggas start drifting me, bet they won't admit it
You don't want these, this ain't what you recommended
Remember nights, no sleep, couldn't catch a rhythm
Now everything AMG kitted on the Benzes

Let me get my cash up
They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah
Before we hit the bando, yeah
Trap another bando, yeah
Let me get my cash up
They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah
Before we hit the bando, yeah
Trap another bando, yeah

[Jai Imani:]
Me and bro was trapping to the store
Know I got my pole on me, gotta keep it close
If a nigga roll up, turn him to a ghost
Add him to the list of niggas that we had to smoke
My nigga told me that his funds low, I told him to make his gun blow
How the fuck you gon' be broke and your gun loaded?
Heard your cousin front you tons, you can't unload 'em
How we know that you the one? Your day ones told us
I remember me and Chuck, we was blunt blowing
Trying to get up out this slump, moving slow motion
Pour me up a double cup, I just love potion
Switch the flow up, that's gon' keep the cash flowing
Went from blowing on bags, now I'm bag blowing
I been back in the trap with my mack homies
I feel safe on the lab with this MAC on me
I ain't talking 'bout making no tracks brodie
Nah, I remember nights I was wishing on a star
I remember riding five deep in the car
I remember telling my niggas we finna ball
Now look at us all, cashing out on whatever we want

Let me get my cash up
They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah
Before we hit the bando, yeah
Trap another bando, yeah
Let me get my cash up
They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah
Before we hit the bando, yeah
Trap another bando, yeah
Let me get my cash up
They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah
Before we hit the bando, yeah
Trap another bando, yeah
Let me get my cash up
They ain't fucking with the bando, yeah
Before we hit the bando, yeah
Trap another bando, yeah