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