COGNITO

COGNITO - Big Bank lyrics

[Hook: x4]

We got big bank, big rank

walkin through the club like my shit don't stank

[Verse One]

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

[Hook x4]

[Verse Two]

Deep in ya brain, the nigga you cant 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 cant 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 wont 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

[Hook x4]

[Verse Three]

Aint 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

Cant 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

[Hook x6

Walkin through the club, like my shit don't stan

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