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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 on, 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 laying, nigga Killing 'em slow, that's 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 mo' money Park the Lamborghini in the living room Elevator to the master room My rooftop got a rooftop Bomb pussy, that's a boombox SongtexteBuscemi 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 on, 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 the school of hard knocks These bitches is class clowns Giving y'all my old clothes My old flows, like hand-me-downs I see y'all watching my Snap Tryna see what else you could jack 100 grand with the cheese in the trap Better catch me a rat All this weight, I need a lap band 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 on, 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby Ain't nothing more important than this money, baby Aus Songtexte Mania