2 Chainz - Loud Mouth lyrics

[Verse 1: T.I.] Hey, big bank, a lotta gwalla (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 f**in' with my campaign Get dough or get lost, shawty always Like Dro say, ho f** 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 bullsh** walk, and cash talk That's why I'm ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth (yeah) I'm goin' in, finna spazz out A n***a got a problem, we can air it out They say bullsh** walk, and cash talk That's why I'm ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth [Hook x2] Goin' in, ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth Goin' in, ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth Pockets on loud mouth, pockets on loud mouth Pockets on loud mouth, pockets on loud mouth (yeah) [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Woke up this morning with a bank roll I be gettin' head like a Kangoo Got your girl sellin' p**y 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 b**hes Need a sign on my dick that say "Fine b**hes" 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 b**hes doin' adlibs I'm goin' in, finna spazz out n***a got a problem, we can air it out They say bullsh** walk, and cash talk So I'm ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth [Hook x2] [Verse 3: T.I.] Back on my 1-2 n***a, 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 b**h whippin' on 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, flawless never Just-a flyin' big and bad, tough as leather, eatin' better Somebody better tell 'em 'Fore that tré cinco seven hit they cerebellum Hey they say bullsh** walk and cash talk That's why I'm ridin' I'm goin' in, finna spazz out n***a got a problem, we can air it out They say bullsh** walk, and cash talk So I'm ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth [Hook x2]