Took Us A Break lyrics

We took us a break but we back now

Ain't nothing gon' throw off this cash cow

I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang

All I see is the streets when we back out

Took us a break but we back now

Back in this bitch with a bag now

Sour niggas stay hating on us

And the bitter bitches, got 'em mad now

Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby

Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby

Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby

Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby

Landing jets at the border

Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water

Quarter mill when I'm landing, nigga

Killing 'em slow, then torture

Rented out the whole top floor

Penthouse just for my daughter

You broke bitches out of order

I'm a bad bitch with some old money

Yeah, I'm balling but I want some more money

Pop the Lamborghini in the living room

Elevated to the master room

My rooftop got a rooftop

Bomb pussy, that's a boombox

Buscemi this, Givenchy that

Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks

In Dubai I'm skiing in the summer

Surfing waves in the winter time

They calling me the young gunner

The way I body these jeans is such a crime

They got a love-hate type of thang for me

When it come to Kim there's no thinner line

Got bigger fish to fry

Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

We took us a break but we back now

Ain't nothing gon' throw off this cash cow

I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang

All I see is the streets when we back out

Took us a break but we back now

Back in this bitch with a bag now

Sour niggas stay hating on us

And the bitter bitches, got 'em mad now

Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby

Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby

Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby

Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby

One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma

Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

We took us a break but we back now

Bitter bitches, got 'em mad now

Sour niggas stay hating on me

'Cause I'm hanging clothes from these racks now

I was raised in a school of hard knocks

These bitches is class clowns

Giving y'all my old clothes

My old flows, like hand-me-downs

I see ya watching my Snap

Tryna see what else you could jack

100 grand with the cheese in the trap

Better catch me a rat

Pussy nigga give a lap dance

Black and yellow Rari, that's a beehive

Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man

Man, I love them two-seaters

Killing shit like the Reaper

Buying shit for no reason

It's always Lil' Kim season

We took us a break but we back now

Ain't nothing gon' throw off this cash cow

I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang

All I see is the streets when we back out

Took us a break but we back now

Back in this bitch with a bag now

Sour niggas stay hating on us

And the bitter bitches, got 'em mad now

Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby

Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby

Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby

Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby