[Hook: French Montana]
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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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My 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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[Verse 1: P.A.P.I.]
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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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That's just 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 went through there
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A car or model, I went through there
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A face or shape, I been wit her
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If not wit her, 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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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
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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' killos
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And you small, small like peephole
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And them choppa on my backseat
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Hand reach no plan B
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I'm the type of nigga bring a pistol to the Grammys
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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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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Pusha T]
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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 fill 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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No way it bring that pain out
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Raaahhh, 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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Yuugh, fuckin round with those wrong one
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Yuugh, 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
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[Hook]
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Tadow
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