Loud Mouth Lyrics - Fuck Da City Up - T.i.

Hey, big bank, alotta gualla, (yeah) 

They ain't bout a dolla? I ain't tryin' to holla 

'96 Impala buckets under that 

On automatic status, we ain't havin' none of that 

Hey watch it partna, stay out my lane 

Everybody fuckin' with my campaign 

Get dough or get lost, shawty always 

Like Dro say, ho fuck with me the long way 

And I deliver long john son, I don't play 

Poppin' out before the sun come, I don't stay 

They say bullshit walk, and cash talk 

That's why I'm ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth (Yeah) 

I'm goin' in, finna spazz out 

A Nigga got a problem, we can air it out 

They say bullshit walk, and cash talk 

That's why I'm ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth 

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Woke up this morning with a bank roll 

I be gettin' head like a Kangoo 

Got your girl sellin' pussy to my tango 

What, she so wet, think I'm gonna need a rain coat 

On 285 doing 85! 

Couple hoes in my stable, time to stabilize 

Check the time, I better say mine bitches 

Need a sign on my dick that say "Fine Bitches" 

And you know I'm throwed like five pitchers 

And you know I'm high like five Swishas 

Jay's used to say "what up Slim?" 

Cause they know I'm known to make that work cartwheel 

Hot wheel, hot steel, ride around my block still 

Even if it's winter time, I'm ridin' in a drop still 

You don't have an idea of the life that I live 

Pockets so loud, got them bitches doin' adlibs 

I'm goin' in, finna spazz out 

Nigga got a problem, we can air it out 

They say bullshit walk, and cash talk 

So I'm ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth 

Back on my 1-2 nigga, ace - deuce 

Feds try to crucify me, call me Jesús 

Get it straight dude, I ain't with that nonsense 

Bank rolls like a bad bitch lookin' all mint 

No joystickin' nothin' over here dog 

So ain't no playin' me at all, let's be clear dog 

I'm raw as ever, flaw is never(?) 

Just as blind (?) tough as leather (?) eatin' better 

Somebody better tell 'em 

'Fore that tré cinco seven hit they cerebellum 

Hey they say bullshit walk and cash talk 

That's why I'm ridin' I'm goin' in, finna spazz out 

Nigga got a problem, we can air it out 

They say bullshit walk, and cash talk 

So I'm ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth