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[Verse 1: Adam Levine]
Say say say, hey hey now baby
Oh my my, don’t play now baby
Say say say, hey hey now baby
So let’s get one thing straight now baby
Tell me tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
I bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?
You gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
Been wishin’ for you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

[Hook: Adam Levine]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)

[Verse 2: SZA]
Say say say, hey hey now baby
You gon’ make me hit you with that lay down, baby (oh)
Say say say, hey hey now baby
You know what I need, you don’t have to cave, now baby

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
I bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?
You gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
Been wishin’ for you am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

[Hook: Adam Levine]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
What lovers do
What lovers do
What lovers do

[Bridge: Adam Levine & SZA]
Are we too grown for games?
Are we too grown to play around?
Young enough to chase
But old enough to know better
Are we too grown for changin’?
Are we too grown to mess around?
Oh and I can’t wait forever baby
Both of us should know better

{Hook: Adam Levine & SZA]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj]
That’s true, that’s right (Uzi)
She’s sippin’ Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat, but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Now you beggin’ this a doozy
But beggars cannot by choosey
Been the queen for eight summers
Just tell them to call me Suzy
This that Nicki, this that Uzi
This Hennessy got me woozy
Broke the internet in 5411’s and some Gucci
The blue ribbons eatin’ sushi
It’s that real good coochie
This that wet as Chattahoochee
Fuck all y’all like a hoochie
Givin’ them bars since the teens
I ain’t goin’ back to juvie
I am Nicki Yamaguchi
‘Cause I skate with the ice
I don’t say what’s the price
Lookin’ like it’s a heist
I been winnin’ all my life
On a roll, it’s a dice
Since that Itty Bitty Piggy
Rep my city like comittees
If you fucked it up with Nicki
You feel pretty fuckin’ shitty (uh)
Anyway, I’m stoppin’ bags like the TSA
Listen up you little bitches, it’s a PSA
I’m still shadin’ these niggas, yeah the DITA way
You gotta pay me flat bread, yeah the pita way

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I know you’re sad and tired
You’ve got nothin’ left to give
You’ll find another life to live
I know that you’ll get over it

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Wish I never ever ever told you things
I was only only tryna show you things
Iced out heart on your neck tried to froze your ring
I had to get a me a new bitch to hold the pain
We was in Hawaii lookin’ at the ring
She smilin’ happy, but I’m laughin’ ’cause her man’s a lame
(broke boi, broke boi, broke boi, broke boi)
Damn, that just goes to show me money don’t attract a thing (real shit)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans
Oh get over it

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I know it hurts sometimes, but you’ll get over it
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it
And I know you’re sad and tired
You’ve got nothin’ left to give
You’ll find another life to live
I know that you’ll get over it

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
See I tied up my RAF you strapped up your Rick
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist
Complement my style
She don’t want me, I’m runnin’ wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don’t want me then I’ma let her
Go over there with that broke fella
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather
My new chick I swear that she better
Want me back, never (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
That’s true, that’s right
She’s sippin’ Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat, but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

[Chorus: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert]
I know it hurts sometimes, but you’ll get over it (woah)
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it (you’ll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes, but you’ll get over it (no, no)
You’ll find another life to live (you will)
I know that you’ll get over it (oh)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
You’ll get over it
I know that you’ll get over it
I know it’s over
Check out my cold shoulder (nothin’ left to give)
I know its over
Cry on that hoe shoulder (you’ll get over it)

We used be
Kissin’ in the tree
Member it was just you and me
Kissin’ in the tree
Member it was you was just you and me
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
K-i-s-s-i-n-g-e-e-e-e-e-e, uh

[Hook]
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

[Post-Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
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
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/lil-kim/-/took-us-a-break.html]
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
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

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
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

[Post-Hook]
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

[Hook]
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

[Post-Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
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
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/lil-kim/-/took-us-a-break.html]
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
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

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
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

[Post-Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
They was tryna get me, they was tryna get me out
Like y’all don’t know what I’m about
Y’all do it for the clout
The streets like "where you at?"
I told niggas I’m en route
I was working at the house, in the stu
Sleepin’ on the couch, tryna figure out
What my next move is
Come move with the movement
I see through you old transparent niggas
Who you guys think you foolin’?
We bhillen’ bhillen’
Pinky ring drippin’ drippin’
My necklace is jewelin’
Tre Pound got a bark
Park a nigga like amusement
No clowns over here, no haha, no amusement
Nah, nah, we ain’t losin’
Y’all got us confused with them other niggas over there
Who ‘dem? who ‘dem?
And I’m hoppin’ out the Benz
Givenchy by the lens, I ain’t come here for French
I came here to make money, save money, then I spend
M.A, where you been
Don’t you do that shit again

[Interlude]
You think I give a fuck what a hater got to say about me?
That’s exactly what they hate about me
They around me when the sun rise, when the sun shining
But where the fuck y’all was at when it was cloudy?
Fake niggas please get the hell from around me
I don’t even know why these niggas is around me
That was the same niggas that doubt me

[Verse 2]
Louis pack got me buggin’ out
Louis scarf, gotta thug it out
New chain, had to flood it out
My money never runnin’ out
Cut the check bih
Tell them hatin’ niggas cut it out
Where the light at? The blunt is out
Pour me up when my cup is out
Didn’t mean to fuck her
She had a cramp so I rubbed it out
Kick bitches out, wave bye with my rubber out
Your opinion doesn’t matter
That’s one thing I don’t give a fuck about
Dick riding, ass kissing
That’s somethin’ I know nothing ’bout
Everybody in the same lane
So I went and took the other route
Baggin’ weed in my mother house
If she knew she would cuss me out
Same black tee, same sweatpants
Oh well, had to bum it out
Young M.A this, Young M.A that
Damn nigga what the fuss about?
Now niggas just tryna figure out
When the next joint coming out
Oh, nowadays niggas want favors
But if you talk about money
Well homie then we can work somethin’ out
Louis scarf for my right side
Yeah nigga that’s the right side
Give my blood niggas high-fives, hi five
Her eyes chink and her pussy pink like high eyes
Bad chick, but that don’t mean I won’t bring her ass right to Popeyes
Two piece and a thigh for you
I ain’t paying if the price high
Get money, act broke, that’s the motto I apply by
Never boujee, we on vacay, pourin’ Henny in the Mai Tai’s
Never change, I’m still the same
Drinkin’ Minute Maid with the hot fries
In the club, in V.I.P with y’all bitches and my guys
We get money, we don’t want beef
Take that beef shit to Five Guys
Start shit, got five guys with five 9’s, hit you five times
Extendos on the chopper, niggas thought we was carryin’ a tripod
Niggas like "where the hoes at?"
My bad, it’s where the thots hide
Them lame niggas there
It’s more poppin’ here on my side
Fake niggas move left, real niggas move clockwise
Blew a check at the jeweler
‘Cause I won’t wear it nigga if it’s not
Fuckin’ mine