Funkmaster Flex - Tadow lyrics

[Hook: French Montana] My choppa go tadow It'll turn you inside out Her a** 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 a** 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** If you rep them dollar signs, go and put em' up f** that I don't buck back See I buck first, move the f** 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**h similar G's on deck, I really live this sh** Back from Lefrak, rack, rack city b**h [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Last name "Money" First name "I love this" So "love this money" is my mothaf**in' government Test me uh uh Shoot you right there Leave you right there Leave the scene, tall n***a with long hair Her a** like tada Give me that whole enchilada Pop that p**y 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' k**os And you small, small like peephole And them choppa on my backseat Hand reach no plan B I'm the type of n***a bring a pistol to the Grammys Test me uh uh Shoot you right there Leave you right there Leave the scene, tall n***a 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** f**in' with them guallas f**in' with them eses Fillin' up them chargers Gas ain't in them gas tanks Them sh**s 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 a** That choppa push that curb back Yuugh, f**in round with those wrong one Yuugh, spazzin' out like I'm on one Dark skin n***a wit a long gun Right there, that's nightmare Like elm street, this hell week I'm candy man with that white chyeah [Hook]