Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Limit , by - Austin Hull. Release date: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |