Big Bank - Cognito

We got big bank, big rank

Walkin through the club like my shit don’t stank

Remember back in the day we used to sport fox

Izod alligator shirt with the socks

Louie Vuitton, I used to rock it like farm

Gucci with the tag, not painted on

Now them days done gone, and shit done changed

I went from a bronco to a six range

Nawmakazel, now it’s Cartier frames

Light weight chains, princess cuts mang

Chedda like velvetta, I’m in the club

V.I.P, with a black heata

Thug drama, smokin on blue sticky

They see me ballin in this game

And they wanna hit me.

(Cog-nonsense)

Lets go, giocanna eyes low

Two-way E, tell 'em to meet us at Roscoes

Ball til I Fall, thats my motto

In LA, NY even in Flo

Sittin on 'tractin rims

Wit' a mexican, took X again

Want sex again

Jot it down, it was told to me

By that boy, A.K.A.

The P-O-E

Deep in ya brain, the nigga you can’t stand

Most get upset when I switch cris hands

Shoulda left band, it gets worser man

Ice so bright, you salute both hands.

(switzin')

To the dot 6 we ride, got two chicks that promise to say Ahh

We’ll pop a X and swallow between thighs

Yall get it right, while I chase the sky

Been here, been bubblin' like coke pots

Boy, I can’t stop

Bentley, Lex or a drop top

The fo' on, ??

soft leather til pop

Lyrically man, niggas to the turf like cops.

(goddamn)

Little mama got class, absolutely, Gucci dime ass

Oooh, I wanna hit it from the back til ya cry

Cognito, you the best I won’t lieeee

V.I.P, you know me, mob related

Toast style like Kool & the gang, celebratin'

Guns stay cocked, why not?

It’s real life

Cause playin' in this game you lose your real life

Ain’t it a shame the way the ferrari vibrate the body

Collectin mo' chips than laser sex parties

Me, I, be with the P-O-E

Til I’m calm, restin the box with crossed arms

The beat double, look around where you say it cause

Its like trouble

Who’s watchin?

My man Ricky Ross

Six-six giocanna, twelve and don’t test the calico wrist

Can’t forget E-class, sniper-like

Even if peripheral view, you lose sight

With so much ice, we turn night into day

We too fly, in front of the Source awards

Red Eyeeeee

Walkin through the club, like my shit don’t stank