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no Limit
by Chris Lanard
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She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
I see you mad I'm on my way to 6 figures aye
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas that let her know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her go get it
I see you mad on my way to 6 figures
You do the math gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
Know that it gotta be all bout the Benjis
I saw the bag and it made me want plenty
Throwing shade no you won't get penny
Been on my grind ever since I was 20
Yea she can get it not with without the jimmy
Playing my role like I deserve Emmy
And I can't front we got a lot chemi
I rolled a fatty then she rolled a skinny
We sipping on that 1942
Str8 with no chaser just a couple cubes
Just ask around they know I got the juice
Put on some roddy just to set the mood
she got a fatty don't mean to be rude
Call up your girlies but I get to choose
She bout the money oh that's breaking news
She think I got hoes so she looking for clues
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
I see you mad I'm on my way to 6 figures aye
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas that let her know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her go get it
I see you mad on my way to 6 figures
You do the math gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
Pardon the drip no I did not mean to flex
Talk like a pimp no I am not like the rest
Know I'm a boss I say that shit with my chest
She love the blues guess you can say she obsessed
I got pape on top of paper
Pour up two fo's now I'm a Laker
Came from the mud didn't need no favors
Put It in her gut done woke the neighbors
Gotta get the crib that come with acres
Levels to this shit it's full of layers
This be easy like a layup
Team no sleep we all just stay up
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
I see you mad I'm on my way to 6 figures aye
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas that let her know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her go get it
I see you mad on my way to 6 figures
You do the math gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
I see you mad I'm on my way to 6 figures aye
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas that let her know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her go get it
I see you mad on my way to 6 figures
You do the math gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
Know that it gotta be all bout the Benjis
I saw the bag and it made me want plenty
Throwing shade no you won't get penny
Been on my grind ever since I was 20
Yea she can get it not with without the jimmy
Playing my role like I deserve Emmy
And I can't front we got a lot chemi
I rolled a fatty then she rolled a skinny
We sipping on that 1942
Str8 with no chaser just a couple cubes
Just ask around they know I got the juice
Put on some roddy just to set the mood
she got a fatty don't mean to be rude
Call up your girlies but I get to choose
She bout the money oh that's breaking news
She think I got hoes so she looking for clues
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
I see you mad I'm on my way to 6 figures aye
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas that let her know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her go get it
I see you mad on my way to 6 figures
You do the math gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
Pardon the drip no I did not mean to flex
Talk like a pimp no I am not like the rest
Know I'm a boss I say that shit with my chest
She love the blues guess you can say she obsessed
I got pape on top of paper
Pour up two fo's now I'm a Laker
Came from the mud didn't need no favors
Put It in her gut done woke the neighbors
Gotta get the crib that come with acres
Levels to this shit it's full of layers
This be easy like a layup
Team no sleep we all just stay up
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
I see you mad I'm on my way to 6 figures aye
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas that let her know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her go get it
I see you mad on my way to 6 figures
You do the math gotta run up them digits
She saw them commas know it ain't no limit
She saw the bag that made her wanna go and get it
You do the math I gotta run up them digits
