Tadow
(专辑: Student Of The Game - 2013)
[Hook: French Montana] 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 My 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 [Verse 1: P.A.P.I.] Yeah, money on my mind, molly in my cup Mix with that wine, sowy in my blunt That's just 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
went through there A
car or model, I
went through there A
face or shape, I
been wit her If not wit her, bitch similar G's on deck, I
really live this shit Back from Lefrak, rack, rack city bitch [Hook] [Verse 2: 2
Chainz] Last name "Money" First name "I love this" So "love this money" is my mothafucking 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 riding around I'm getting it You already know my steelo I'm big like selling killos And you small, small like peephole And them choppa on my backseat Hand reach no plan B
I'm the
type of nigga bring a
pistol to the
Grammys Test me uh uh Shoot you right there Leave you right there Leave the
scene, tall nigga with long hair [Hook] [Verse 3: Pusha T] If you ain't talking dollas I
ain't trying to holler Push been on this rap shit Fucking with them guallas Fucking with them eses Filling up them chargers Gas ain't in them gas tanks Them shits fill with powder Caskets for you cowards Bang out, let it rang out Call my choppa method man No way it bring that pain out Raaahhh, you heard that Ain't no way to swerve that Bullets flip, you on yo ass That choppa push that curb back Yuugh, fuckin round with those wrong one Yuugh, spazzing 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 [Hook]