Tadow (feat. French Montana, 2 Chainz & Pusha T) feat. French Montana,2 Chainz,Pusha T

歌詞

[Chorus] My choppa go Tadow It'll turn you inside out Her ass like Tadow My money like Tadow Bling, Tadow (Money) Bling, Tadow (Money) Ratchet, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, Tadow My choppa go Tadow Her ass like Tadow My money like Tadow My car like Tadow Bitch, bling Tadow Bitch, bling Tadow, money Ratchet, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, Tadow Yeah, money on my mind, molly in my cup Mix with that wine, sowy in my blunt If that's your zodiac fine, I don't give a fuck If you rep them dollar signs, go and put em' up Fuck that I don't buck back See I buck first, move the fuck back I bag that, I'll pump that, I'll real estate, I'll Trump that Y'all be where them chumps at Y'all be where them punks at I'll be where them Choppas, Uzi's, AK's, and pumps at Name a town or city, I ripped it in A car or model, I whipped it in A face or shape, I been wit her If not wit her, a bitch similar G's on deck, I really live this shit Back from Lefrak, rack, rack city bitch [Chorus] Last name "Money" First name "I Love This" So "Love This Money" is my mothafuckin' government Test me uh uh Shoot you right there Leave you right there Leave the scene, tall nigga with long hair Her ass like tada Give me that whole enchilada Pop that pussy for my wallet Sex is a weapon, ch ch pa pa And I'm ridin' around I'm gettin' it You already know my steelo I'm big like sellin' kilos And you small, small like peehole And the choppa on my backseat Hand reach no plan B I'm the type of nigga wear a pistol to the Grammy's Test me uh uh Shoot you right there Leave you right there Leave the scene, tall nigga with long hair [Chorus] If you ain't talkin' dollas I ain't tryin' to holler Push been on this rap shit Fuckin' with them guallas Fuckin' with them eses Fillin' up them chargers Gas ain't in them gas tanks Them shits filled with powder Caskets for you cowards Bang out, let it rang out Call my choppa Method Man The way it bring that pain out Rah! You heard that Ain't no way to swerve that Bullets flip, you on yo ass That choppa push that curb back Yughck, fuckin' round with the wrong one Yughck, spazzin' out like I'm on one Dark skin nigga wit a long gun Right there, that's nightmare Like Elm Street, this hell week I'm candy man with that white chyeah [Chorus]