No Limit

Oh, top that, system bangin'

Made enough of this money to quit complainin'

But still I made enough of it to quit the game, man

And hit the Cayman, cop a Tele, that's where the bitches hangin'

Nice room, I'm buggin' till you hit her with a price

Top floor, she overcomin' her fear of heights

Caught in a wave, she got motion sickness

Promise her paradise, and watch her settle for a pair of Nikes

Puffin' that killa, can't get enough of the skrilla

The papers are piña colada, the Dutch is vanilla

They ain't coming any realer, I can handle the belt

Play the hand I was dealt, more bluff than the dealer

Hoes on my parlor, fuck 'em than fair 'em right

They wanna get to know, my name is more than I care to tell

I'm just tellin' the truth, raisin' Hell in the booth

Gotta make it to Heaven, come back and skate through the Sabbath

Feel good, roll good, smoke until is gone

Lay my hand down, baby, I'm a Rolling Stone

So drunk, won't remember nothing in the morn'

I'ma do this till I'm dead and gone

Smoke weed, fuck bitches

Stunt hard on you hatin' ass ****

I got one life, I'ma live it

I'ma live my life with no limit

Make it back tomorrow, don't care how much I spend

Think I'm a G, wait till you meet my friends

A beast I've been, now they wait on line

Till I sign the CD for them; I am!

Oh, who question and sleep on him

Eatin' good too, don't leave a piece for them

We gon' smoke bomb trees, drink some gin

Put a walk on my shoes, know what your feet fit in

Uh

Since I've been off the leash

Like I had a couple of drinks

Watch my buzz increase

Now we're twistin' up, sippin' champagne on the beach

We're either with the Taylor Gang of decease

****! (****!)

Right about now!

Feel good, roll good, smoke until is gone

Lay my hand down, baby, I'm a Rolling Stone

So drunk, won't remember nothing in the morn'

I'ma do this till I'm dead and gone

Smoke weed, fuck bitches

Stunt hard on you hatin' ass ****

I got one life, I'ma live it

I'ma live my life with no limit

Oh, I came from nothin', now I'm a money makin' machine

I'm sellin' raps, cause it ain't no escapin' to fees

All over the map, just me and my Caribbean team

A few from Atlanta, my other **** reppin' the B

High definition it seems like we live on the screen

Not cause it clear as day but cuz me and my **** be clean

We stay fly, haters hate when we step on the scene

Cause we young, black, and livin' the American Dream

Ok, ok, this is what I do

Planet VI off this thing, so is Wiz Khalifa, too

Shout out to the homie A.O., the world don't have a clue!

What's about to happen, homie, I'm just waitin' on my cue

They gon' get 'em, pray that they don't let 'em

That **** be goin' in like who the fuck is y'all tellin'?

I plan to ride this muthafucka till the wheels blow

Thought I was sellin' crack, while listenin' back like that she came out real dope

Smoke weed, fuck bitches

Stunt hard on you hatin' ass ****

I got one life, I'ma live it

I'ma live my life with no limit