letra de tadow - n.o.r.e.
[hook: french montana]
my choppa go tadow
it’ll turn you inside out
her -ss like tadow
my money like tadow
bling, tadow (money)
bling, tadow (money)
ratchet, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tadow
my choppa go tadow
it’ll turn you inside out
her -ss like tadow
my money like tadow
bling, tadow (money)
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 f-ck
if you rep them dollar signs, go and put em’ up
f-ck that i don’t buck back
see i buck first, move the f-ck 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, b-tch similar
g’s on deck, i really live this sh-t
back from lefrak, rack, rack city b-tch
[hook]
[verse 2: 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
s-x 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’ k!llos
and you small, small like peehole
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
[hook]
[verse 3: pusha t]
if you ain’t talkin’ dollas
i ain’t tryin’ to holler
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 pain out
raaahhh, you heard that
ain’t no way to swerve that
bullets flip, you on yo -ss
that choppa push that curb back
yuugh, f-ckin round with those wrong one
yuugh, spazzin’ out like i’m on one
dark skin n-gga wit a long gun
right there, that’s nightmare
like elm street, this h-ll week
i’m candy man with that white chyeah
[hook]
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