No limit

[Chorus: +bless+]
Shit ain't sweet like some lemons, yuh (Yeah)
Balenci' on me, on my linens, yuh (Yeah, yeah)
Goin' overboard, push the limit, yuh (Yeah)
I ran up my money, ran my digits up (Yeah, yeah)
Shit ain't sweet like some lemons, yuh (Yeah)
Balenci' on me, on my linens, yuh (Yeah, yeah)
Goin' overboard, push the limit, yuh (Yeah)
I ran up my money, ran my digits up (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: +bless+]
Yeah, tell them bring they friends, ooh
I brought [?], yeah, I need bunch of tens, uh
Pull out nine times outta nine to ten (Ooh-wee-ooh)
You get slimed out, fuckin' pop at your mans (Ooh-woo)
Made a double L but it's still not enough
Why you on my mind? You been fuckin' it up
[?] into the beat, got buckets of drugs
My plug ran outta Percs, so I'm poppin' the top (Yeah, yeah)
These ain't Mike Amiri jeans, they made in Japan (Japan)
I made fifty grand just from whippin' the pan (I whip the pan)
Got the trap jumpin', we just made yo' advance (Yo' advance)
Strap make him fly, yeah, call him Peter Pan

[Chorus: +bless+]
Shit ain't sweet like some lemons, yuh
Balenci' on me, on my linens, yuh
Goin' overboard, push the limit, yuh
I ran up my money, ran my digits up
Shit ain't sweet like some lemons, yuh (Yeah)
Balenci' on me, on my linens, yuh (Yeah, yeah)
Goin' overboard, push the limit, yuh (Yeah)
I ran up my money, ran my digits up (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: +bless+ with 29hundrrd]
No, you ain't with that, yeah (Woo)
I just did it, yeah
Fuck a naysayer (Yeah)
I don't play fair
Dump in that, I can't share
You knew I was a player
Yeah, you know I ain't no fuckin' simp (Yeah)
Backhand a bitch for talkin' shit, feel like a pimp (Yeah)
I was broke as hell, I was eatin' noodles, not shrimp (Yeah)
When I put this heater to your face, you can't turn down the temp (Yeah)
I might go and wrap the Jag all matte black, make it five plus six, yeah
The money I make in a day, I give 'em a year, they ain't makin' a cent
Told my bitch to go all natural 'cause I love the way it sit (Sit)
I called up my evil twin, told 29 hop on this bitch

[Verse 3: 29hundrrd]
Yeah, I'm takin' Percs and Adderall
Yeah, put 'em in a line and I'ma take 'em all
Yeah, yo' bitch wearin' Vans 'cause she off the wall
Yeah, I don't fuck with fakes, my bitch all natural
Yeah, triple homicide, I got collaterals
Yeah, I act way too dumb but I'm a know-it-all
I'm a know-it-all, huh, take her to the mall, huh
Drop a hunnid thousand dollars, she deserve it all
My pocket Biggie Smalls, yo' pocket lookin' small
Chain swingin' while I fuck her, know these diamonds large
29 up in charge, 29 shit so hard

[Verse 4: +bless+]
Yeah, 29 on this shit, so you know that it's a hit (Yeah)
Know I run this bitch like I'm [?] out more bricks
She dropped it low, made it easy 'cause it drive they fuckin' sticks
Yeah, beat that boy like Breezy 'cause you know I'm with the shits
Put some holes up in his stomach, make that motherfucker shit
I don't like BBLs, don't like how they sit
He an NPC, he not real, he don't even exist

[Outro: +bless+]
Yeah, yeah