Lil’ Kim – Took Us A Break (Lyrics | Audio)

Lyrics “Took Us A Break” by Lil’ Kim feat. RuPaul

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 b*tch with a bag now
Sour n*ggas stay hating on us
And the bitter b*tches, 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, n*gga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter

You broke b*tches out of order
I’m a bad b*tch 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 n*gger, 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 b*tch with a bag now
Sour n*ggas stay hating on us
And the bitter b*tches, 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, b*tch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, b*tch

We took us a break but we back now
Bitter b*tches, got ’em mad now
Sour n*ggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These b*tches 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 n*gga 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 sh*t like the Reaper
Buying sh*t 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 b*tch with a bag now
Sour n*ggas stay hating on us
And the bitter b*tches, 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…

➤ Lil’ Kim 2017

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