Lyrics to Tadow
[Hook] x 2
My chopper gold tadow, it will turn you inside up
Her ass like tadow, my money like tadow
Bling, tadow, money,
Bling, tadow, money,
Ra-ta-ta-ta-tadow

Yeah, money on my mind, molly in my cup
Mixed with that wine, sour in my blunt
That's just zodiac fine I don't give a f*ck
If you rep them dollar sign, go and put em up
Fuck that I walk back, see I walk first, move the f*ck back
I back that I pump that, I real estate, I trump that
Y'all be where them chumps at
Y'all be where them punks at
I be with them choppas, uzzi and ak's ay
New mentalist city I be ... a car model I whipped it in
A face is shape I've been with her
If not with her, bitch send my love
G's on deck, I really live this shit
Got from left rap, rack, rack, rack city bitch!

[Hook] x 2
My chopper gold tadow, it will turn you inside up
Her ass like tadow, my money like tadow
Bling, tadow, money,
Bling, tadow, money,
Ra-ta-ta-ta-tadow

Last night money, first night my love this
So love this money is my motherfucking gurmet
Test me naha, shoot right there
Leave you right there, leave the scene talk with long cannon
Her ass like tadow give me that hoe, any time lada pop that p*ssy
For my wallet, sex is a weapon, papa and I'm riding round and I'm getting it

You already know my stylo
I'm big like selling kilos and you small, small like peep hole
And the chopper on my back seat, hand reaching no plan b
I'm the type of n*gga, wear a pistol to the grammies
Test me naha, right there
Leave you right there, leave the scene talk with long air

[Hook] x 2
My chopper gold tadow, it will turn you inside up
Her ass like tadow, my money like tadow
Bling, tadow, money,
Bling, tadow, money,
Ra-ta-ta-ta-tadow

If you ain't talking dollars, I ain't tryina holler
Push been on this rap, with them guallas
Fucking with them essays, filling up them charges
Gasing in them gas tanks, then she spilled with powder
Caskets for you cowards
Bang out, let it rang out call my choppa mecaman
The way they bring the pain out, ra!
You heard that, ain't no way to swerve that
Flip you on your ass, that choppa push the curbe back
Yeah, f*ck around with the wrong one
Yeah, spazzing out like I'm on one
Dark skin with a long gun, right there
That's nightmare, like elm street, this hell week
I'm candy man with that white yeah

[Hook] x 2
My chopper gold tadow, it will turn you inside up
Her ass like tadow, my money like tadow
Bling, tadow, money,
Bling, tadow, money,
Ra-ta-ta-ta-tadow.
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