No Limit - Austin Hull

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