Tadoww - 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

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

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

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