Lyrics No Limit - Austin Hull

No Limit

Bank account so big that you can’t count the digits
Money ain’t a thing, we make it by the minute
Bust the MasterCard out, we ain’t got a limit
Just bought a house in cash and you can’t even rent it, woah
Celebrate so much we buying champagne by the case now
Give my circle bags, can’t let the money go to waste now
Every night we VIP in every single place now
Never turning back, we got a taste now
We ain’t got the time for no snake bitches
Cross my circle, show you how we stay vicious
Everybody tryna find a way in
But we say fuck a fake friend, yeah yeah
Drop a couple bags
Make it all back
Circle 'round again
Stacking up these mother fucking wins, now
Duffle full of cash
Diamonds on the dash
Living in some sin
Money, liquor, baddies, and a Benz like woah
Mobbin' with my homies
Lookin' like we Al Capone, now
Pour the Perignon
I think I’m getting in my zone, now
Every time I hear a ring
The plug is on the phone, now
Asking what we want
What we on, now?
Trust me you don’t wanna pull up and flex on my crew
Don’t roll the dice on us, we don’t got nothing to prove
Think before you make a move
You know we got it
Got stacks in the pocket
We like it we bought it, yeah
Drop a few bags
We pay it in cash
Don’t need no deposit, yeah
Dripping with sauce
Henny on the rocks
Just counting the profit, yeah
Name in the lights
What did you go by?
Already forgot it, yeah
We ain’t got the time for no snake bitches
Cross my circle, show you how we stay vicious
Everybody tryna find a way in
But we say fuck a fake friend, yeah yeah
Drop a couple bags
Make it all back
Circle 'round again
Stacking up these mother fucking wins, now
Duffle full of cash
Diamonds on the dash
Living in some sin
Money, liquor, baddies, and a Benz like woah
Mobbin' with my homies
Lookin' like we Al Capone, now
Pour the Perignon
I think I’m getting in my zone, now
Every time I hear a ring
The plug is on the phone, now
Asking what we want
What we on, now?
We run the game and we steadily making the moves
We out here doing the shit that you wish you could do
(Ride around the city with the homies screamin')
Drop a couple bags
Make it all back
Circle 'round again
Stacking up these mother fucking wins, now
Duffle full of cash
Diamonds on the dash
Living in some sin
Money, liquor, baddies, and a Benz like woah
Mobbin' with my homies
Lookin' like we Al Capone, now
Pour the Perignon
I think I’m getting in my zone, now
Every time I hear a ring
The plug is on the phone, now
Asking what we want
What we on, now?
Fuck a fake friend
Fuck a fake friend
Fuck a fake friend
Got my ride or dies with me, bulletproof
We don’t need no snake skin