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[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, SongtexteBling, 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. Aus Songtexte Mania