Lyrics Limit 2017 (feat. Travis Scott, Gucci Mane, Asap Ferg & Master P) - Master P , Gucci Mane , Travis Scott , A$AP Ferg , 2 Chainz
Yeah
I
meant
what
I
said
on
the
first
one
Not
long
then
I′m
comin'
with
the
new
one
Yeah
I
know,
y′all
been
waitin'
for
a
minute
That's
what
I
do,
keep
it
no
limit
G-Mix!
Yep
yep,
Usher
baby
Yeah,
yeah
Make
you
say
uh,
no
limit
Got
that
Master
P,
no
limit
baby
Give
you
that
black
card,
no
limit
Just
know
when
you
roll
with
a
nigga
like
me
There′s
no
limit
baby,
G-Mix
More
money,
more
bitches
gon′
love
ya
I
got
the
hook
up,
it's
nothin′,
I
park
the
Phantom,
we
fuckin'
I
told
her
friend
that
we
wasn′t
I
told
her
man
that
we
cousins
I
made
this
remix
for
Usher
I
did
it
for
trappers
and
hustlers
I
gave
the
game
to
my
youngsters
I
showed
'em
how
to
get
paper
We
takin′
trips
to
Jamaica
I've
been
bout
it
bout
it
since
"Bout
It,
Bout
It"
Bad
bitches
gon'
come
up
out
it
We
ain′t
even
gotta
talk
about
it
No
Limit
boys
get
rowdy-rowdy
Shawty
bad,
I
won′t
try
that
Say
she
want
it,
I'ma
buy
that
All
this
ice
get
them
panties
wet
Ughhh,
it′ll
ride
that
(G-Mix,
yea
yea)
I
done
fucked
with
this
one
and
that
one
A
white
one,
a
black
one
I've
been
there
and
done
that
now
I
ain′t
even
on
that
But
these
hoes
ain't
on
shit
anyway
And
at
the
end
of
the
day
man
I
don′t
even
want
that
I
lucked
up
then
I
fucked
up
and
we
broke
up
Then
we
made
up
but
I
got
locked
back
up
But
it
ain't
how
you
fall,
it's
how
you
get
right
back
up
I′m
a
one
man
army
and
my
bitch
my
back
up
Now
it′s
sit
ups,
pull
ups,
drips,
and
push
ups
Thinkin'
bout
the
one
who
kept
it
triller
That′s
my
chick,
she
kept
it
realer
None
of
these
hoes
ain't
fuckin′
with
her
You
my
private
soldier
mama,
can
I
call
you
meal?
It's
truly
ain′t
no
limit
bae
and
I
can't
wait
to
see
you
Everything
you
think
you
want,
know
I
can't
wait
to
give
Let′s
lay
a
rock
solid
foundation
bae
cause
I
just
wanna
build
Your
wildest
dreams
and
fantasies,
the
way
that
you
should
live
Like
Master
P
with
golden
ceilings
babe
and
diamond
chandeliers
Make
you
say
uh,
no
limit
Got
that
Master
P,
no
limit
baby
Give
you
that
black
card,
no
limit
Just
know
when
you
roll
with
a
nigga
like
me
There′s
no
limit
baby
Make
you
say
uh,
no
limit
I
C-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murder
that,
no
limit
baby
Give
you
that
ghetto
D
girl,
no
limit
Just
know
when
you
roll
with
a
nigga
like
me
There's
no
limit
baby
2 Chainz!
Okay
you′re
fine,
shawty
you
know
that
you're
fine
I
pull
you
out
of
the
line
Then
I
recline,
I
put
it
right
in
your
spine
I
make
you
smile
all
the
time
I
pour
you
wine,
I′m
puttin'
Act′
into
mine
I
take
it
back
like
rewind
I
take
you
back,
put
you
in
back
of
the
Bach
I
got
my
hand
on
your
thighs
I
am
the
ice
cream
man,
no
limit
Pull
up
in
a
two
seater
with
four
women
baby
Mouth
full
of
golds,
lick
you
from
head
to
your
toes
All
these
lame
dudes
get
exposed
Only
the
real,
I
give
an
F
how
you
feel
I
spent
a
check
on
these
clothes
I
make
a
wish
in
a
Rolls,
I
got
the
stars
on
the
roof
I
am
a
dog,
I
go
woof
I
am
the
shit,
I
am
the
Pepe
Le
Pew
I
got
a
rep
in
the
crew
I
got
a
plan
with
a
partna,
I
got
her
out
of
the
Honda
I
just
might
get
her
a
tank
I
give
a
fuck
what
you
think
Takin'
selfies
in
the
bank
I'm
Silkk
The
Shocker,
clothes
designer
Fendi,
Prada,
mama
got
the
illest
nana
Beat
it
proper,
eat
it
up
just
like
lasagna
Make
me
holler
"Oh
my
God"
Call
me
daddy,
but
I′m
farther
from
her
father
Smoke
the
coochie
up
like
marijuana
Do
the
honors,
long
as
she
mow
the
lawn
up
Make
her
scream
like
"uhhh"
I′m
the
new
Dave
P
Miller,
yeah
Might
ball
in
that
chinchilla,
ay
Probably
try
out
for
the
A,
ay
Cause
I
score
more
than
these
niggas,
ay
'Member
them
TV
dinners
Now
I
go
to
Nobu
for
the
mean
dinner,
ay
I′ma
go
with
the
grilled
steak,
ay
Swear
it
feel
good
to
be
richer
Make
you
say
uh,
no
limit
Got
that
Master
P,
no
limit
baby
If
I
give
you
this
black
card,
no
limit
Just
know
when
you
roll
with
a
nigga
like
me
There's
no
limit
baby
Silkk
The
Shocker
with
the
bandana
tied
sideways
Master
P,
no
gold
teeth,
I
got
the
diamonds
in
it
I′ve
been
minding
my
business,
you've
been
minding
mine
If
the
love
has
no
limit,
why
your
ass
decline?
All
these
cell
phone
minutes,
all
these
written
rhymes
Just
one
thing
to
make
this
finish
if
you
cross
the
line
Yeah,
eat,
sleep,
fuck,
sleep,
fuck,
yeah
All
day,
that′s
my
baby
She
ride
me,
Harley,
to
get
me,
started
I
beg
your
pardon,
these
diamonds,
cost
forty
All
this
money
gotta
count
for
something(yeah)
Keep
that
shit
no
limit,
fuck
100
Make
you
say
uh,
no
limit
She
put
that
Master
P
on
me,
no
limit
baby
Got
her
sitting
courtside,
no
limit
Just
know
how
it
go
if
you
put
it
on
me
There's
no
limit
baby
Make
you
say
uh,
no
limit
I
C-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murder
that,
no
limit
baby
Give
you
that
ghetto
D
girl,
no
limit
Just
know
when
you
call
and
request
it
Y'all
asked
for
the
G-Mix
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.