[Hook: repeat 4X]

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] - 4X



[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