Loud Mouf - Tip, Titi

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

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)

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 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 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