Reach My Limit (feat. Yung Korleone)
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My trunk in the front of the whip, Ain gotta ask me u know i sip
We send shots and barely miss, i think it's time to go buss my wrist
I knew them niggas wouldn't jump
Off the porch for this shit
But i took risks
These bitches foreign they cost me some hunnids, it's getting harder to pronounce my kicks
Ion know why these niggas be mad bout these hoes, already know that I'm hittin em
Don't send no fast balls round my way, known to send shit over the fence
Just gimme a few years, cop me a pent
Long as they printing this shit I'm getting it
Tenya it ain't nun that can throw the money off, swear imma keep counting digits
10s 20s run through 50 I'm just Tryn reach my limit
Just watch ima go 3 carats both of my earrings, these bitches hittin like tennis
Ain stunting that bullshit, know I'm past that, walk inna store like what's my limit
Turn a 5 to a dime, I swear i know good math
Tell a nigga get in with me
Know i spend thousands on lines, act like this shit help might need a new kidney
We pull stunts & tricks no gimmicks, that ain't my work know I can't claim these hoes
Wtf I look like trippin, know im somewhere tryna count chicken
Ask em what's the ticket im known to pay it all ion do no splitting
Anything I want I get it, double it up, show it wan no gimmick
Inside the whip smoked like chimneys, u get served fast like the Wendy's
Ho can't insult this pimpin, she Tryna Fuck raw, use no Jimmy
Know I'm in my bag like condiments, I'm having sauce this shit get sticky
I had to reverse the payment, nigga ran off he thought he tricked me
How u gon play a playa, dumb ahh nigga use common sense
Niggas ain't shit to these broke ahh hoes on the first of the month
Cause they late on rent
I'm really the one that stacked it up & stayed down Ain pop out til it flipped
Soon as the bitch act like she don't know what she know get kicked right out the crib
I'm on some shit like if you know you know ain't faking how I live
Money my primary focus, all that other shit really be bogus
If I sip it's potent, chief on gas I'm smoking
If Ain roll, won't smoke it
This money done came into my life no way I can avoid it
Just fucked the money wit no condom, don't believe in abortion
I'm already knowing that life a game I don't go for the bullshit
For my new car, outside milk chocolate, inside look like cool whip
& counting the money still my religion, ion even got on true gear
My trunk in the front of the whip, Ain gotta ask me u know i sip
We send shots and barely miss, i think it's time to go buss my wrist
I knew them niggas wouldn't jump
Off the porch for this shit
But i took risks
These bitches foreign they cost me some hunnids, it's getting harder to pronounce my kicks
Ion know why these niggas be mad bout these hoes, already know that I'm hittin em
Don't send no fast balls round my way, known to send shit over the fence
Just gimme a few years, cop me a pent
Long as they printing this shit I'm getting it
Tenya it ain't nun that can throw the money off, swear imma keep counting digits
10s 20s run through 50 I'm just Tryn reach my limit
Just watch ima go 3 carats both of my earrings, these bitches hittin like tennis
Ain stunting that bullshit, know I'm past that, walk inna store like what's my limit
Turn a 5 to a dime, I swear i know good math
Tell a nigga get in with me
Know i spend thousands on lines, act like this shit help might need a new kidney
We pull stunts & tricks no gimmicks, that ain't my work know I can't claim these hoes
Wtf I look like trippin, know im somewhere tryna count chicken
Ask em what's the ticket im known to pay it all ion do no splitting
Anything I want I get it, double it up, show it wan no gimmick
Inside the whip smoked like chimneys, u get served fast like the Wendy's
Ho can't insult this pimpin, she Tryna Fuck raw, use no Jimmy
Know I'm in my bag like condiments, I'm having sauce this shit get sticky
I had to reverse the payment, nigga ran off he thought he tricked me
How u gon play a playa, dumb ahh nigga use common sense
Niggas ain't shit to these broke ahh hoes on the first of the month
Cause they late on rent
I'm really the one that stacked it up & stayed down Ain pop out til it flipped
Soon as the bitch act like she don't know what she know get kicked right out the crib
I'm on some shit like if you know you know ain't faking how I live
Money my primary focus, all that other shit really be bogus
If I sip it's potent, chief on gas I'm smoking
If Ain roll, won't smoke it
This money done came into my life no way I can avoid it
Just fucked the money wit no condom, don't believe in abortion
I'm already knowing that life a game I don't go for the bullshit
For my new car, outside milk chocolate, inside look like cool whip
& counting the money still my religion, ion even got on true gear
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