No Limit

No limit No limits
A young nigga had to get it
No gimic No gimics
Ching Ching through the ceiling
Neva chillin Neva Chillin
Working hard like a piston

No kiddin No kiddin All by my self cookin. up in da kitchen

Up in the Kitchen
Up in the Kitchen
Cookin up chicken
Up in the Kitchen
Cookin up chickin
Cookin up chicken
Flickin da wrist now the rolli is tickin
Rolli is tickin
Rolli is tickin
My rollin is tick
Oh dat shit spin
Oh yea Rolli is tickin
Thrown up for grabs
Fuck it I'm stealin

No limits No limits No limits No limits
Tried a stop me ohh no you didn't
You know my cadence really fire lil bitch
Just waiting for you to admit

I just went and did it
Off to the race
Do the dash
To being broke
I'm saying good riddance
Yea I'm on a mission
Moving like a missile
You don't like my style
You can suck my pickle
Rememeber then times I had pennies and Nickles
Now my pocket loud and I call it whitlse
My money like hurricane weather
Yea your money drizzle
I will never cool down
I always sizzle
I took a risk
I do not miss
Alan is destined
Blu never wish
I'M WINNING THE GAME
I never glitch

Straight line right to the bag
Straight line right to the cash
Just call me mitch
Now my money stack
Shop at K jewlers but not for the kiss
Yea shop at K jerlers but not for the kisss
I worked my ass off
Now I got gold on my wrist
My drip like silivia
Lookin like a walking lick
I am all about chips
Get guacamolii
That I have to dip

No limit No limits
A young nigga had to get it
No gimic No gimics
Ching Ching through the ceiling
Neva chillin Neva Chillin
Working hard like a piston

No kiddin No kiddin All by my self cookin. up in da kitchen

Up in the Kitchen
Up in the Kitchen
Cookin up chicken
Up in the Kitchen
Cookin up chickin
Cookin up chicken
Flickin da wrist now the rolli is tickin
Rolli is tickin
Rolli is tickin
My rollin is tick
Oh dat shit spin
Oh yea Rolli is tickin
Thrown up for grabs
Fuck it I'm stealin



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Lewis Silva
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