No Limit (G-Mix)

[Intro: Usher & Young Thug]

Yeah I meant what I said on the first one (Skrrt, skrrt)

Not long then I'm comin' with the new one (Swerve, swerve)

Yeah I know, y'all been waitin' for a minute

That's what I do, keep it no limit (Yeah)

G-Mix! Yep, yep (Yeah), Usher baby (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Usher & Young Thug]

Make you say uh, no limit

T Scott and Master P with me (Ayy), no limit baby (What?)

2 Chainz and Gucci Mane, no limit

Yeah, Eastside Ferg, not the re but the G-Mix

There's no limit baby

Make you say uh, no limit

I C-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murder that, no limit baby (Yeah)

Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit

Just know if you hop on this G with me

There’s no limit baby (G-Mix)

[Verse 1: Master P & Usher]

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, ayy

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 (Uhh)

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

Uhh! It'll ride that (G-Mix, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Silkk the Shocker with the bandana tied sideways (Yeah)

Master P, no gold teeth, I got the diamonds in it

I've been minding my business, you've been minding mine (Straight up)

If the love has no limit, why your ass decline? (Straight up)

All these cell phone minutes, all these written rhymes (Yeah, yeah)

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 (Yeah)

She ride me, Harley, to get me, started

I beg your pardon, these diamonds, cost 40

All this money gotta count for something (Yeah, yeah)

Keep that shit no limit, fuck one hundred (Straight up)

[Chorus: Usher & 2 Chainz]

Make you say uh, no limit

Got that Master P, no limit baby (Yah)

Give you that black card, no limit (Y—Yeah)

2 Chai—hold up, Tity Boi, yeah

There's no limit baby (2 Chainz)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & A$AP Ferg]

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 (Yeah)

Pull up in a two-seater with four women, baby (Mm)

Mouth full of golds, lick you from head to your toes

All these lame dudes get exposed

Only the real, I give a 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, "Roof!"

I am the shit, I am the Pepe Le Pew

I got a rep in the crew

I got a plan with a partner (Mm)

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 (Yeah!)

[Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]

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, "Uhh!"

I'm the new Dave P. Miller, yeah

Might ball in that chinchilla, ayy

Probably try out for the A, ayy

Cause I score more than these—, ayy

'Member them TV dinners (Yeah)

Now I go to Nobu for the mean dinner (Alright), ayy

I'ma go with the grilled steak, ayy

Swear it feel good to be richer

[Chorus: Usher & Gucci Mane]

Make-make you say uh, no limit

Got that Master P, no limit, baby

If I give you this black card (Wizzop), no limit

Just know right now it’s the G-Mix, ugh

There's no limit, baby

[Verse 5: Gucci Mane]

I done fucked with this one and that one (Ha)

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 (Nope)

I lucked up, then I fucked up, and we broke up

Then we made up, but I got locked back up (Damn)

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 backup (Mm)

Now it's sit-ups, pull-ups, drips, and push-ups

Thinkin' bout the one who kept it triller (Mwah)

That's my chick, she kept it realer

None of these hoes ain't fucking with her

You my private soldier, mama, can I call you Mia? (Ha)

It's truly ain't no limit, bae, and I can't wait to see you (Woo)

Everything you think you want, know I can't wait to give (It's Gucci!)

Let's lay a rock-solid foundation, bae, 'cause I just wanna build (Yeah)

Your wildest dreams and fantasies, the way that you should live

Like Master P with golden ceilings, babe, and diamond chandeliers (Brrr!)

[Outro: Usher]

Make you say uhh, 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 uhh, no limit, ugh

I C-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murder that, ugh, no limit baby

Give you that ghetto D, girl, no limit

Just know when you call and request it, ugh

Y'all ask for the G-Mix