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点击下载歌曲：Tadow

[Intro/Hook: French Montana]
My choppa go tadow
It’ll turn you inside out
Her *ss like tadow
My money like tadow
Bling, tadow (X2)
Ratchet, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tadow
My choppa go tadow
Her *ss like tadow
My money like tadow
My car like tadow
b*tch, bling, tadow (X2)
Ratchet, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tadow

[P.A.P.I.]
Yeah, money on my mind, molly in my cup
Mix with that wine, salvy in my blunt
That’s just zodiac fine, I don’t give a f-ck
If you rep them dollar signs, go and put em’ up
f-ck that I don’t bark back
See I bark first, move the f-ck back
I bag that, I’ll pump that, I’ll real estate, I’ll trump that
Yeah I be where them chumps at
Yeah I be where them punks at
I’ll be where them Choppas, Uzi’s, AK’s, and pumps at
Name a town or city, I went through there
A car or model, I went through there
A face or shape, I been wit her
If not wit her, b*tch similar
G’s on deck, I really live this sh*t
Back from left, rack rack rack city b*tch

(Chorus)

[2 Chainz]
Last name money
First name I love this
So love this money is my mothaf-ckin’ government
Test me uh uh
Shoot you right there
Leave you right there
Leave the scene, tall n*gga with long hair
Her *ss like tada
Give me that whole enchilada
Pop that p-ssy 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’ killos
And you small, small like peephole
And them choppa on my backseat
Hand reach no plan B
I’m the type of n*gga bring a pistol to the grammys
Test me uh uh
Shoot you right there
Leave you right there
Leave the scene, tall n*gga with long hair

(Chorus)

[Pusha T]
If you ain’t talkin’ dollas
I ain’t tryin’ to hollar
Push been on this rap sh*t
f-ckin’ with them guallas
f-ckin’ with them eses
Fillin’ up them chargers
Gas ain’t in them gas tanks
Them sh*ts fill with powder
Caskets for you cowards
Bang out, let it rang out
Call my choppa method man
No way it bring that cane out
Raaahhh, you heard that
Ain’t no way to swerve that
Bullets flip, you on yo *ss
That choppa push that curb back
Yeaugghh, f-ckin round with those wrong one
Yeaugghh, spazzin’ out like I’m on one
Dark skin n*gga wit a long gun
Right there, that’s nightmare
Like elm street, this hell week
I’m candy man with that white chyeah

(Chorus)

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