Mr. Active & Attractive - No Limit (feat. AceyBo)

I was all in my feelings
Now it’s time to get & get it
Now it’s time to get a bag
Now I’m sittin here chillin'
And my mind up on a million
I can see you niggas mad
Ain’t been home inna minute
Stackin money to the ceiling
I ain’t even trynna brag
On my own gotta get it
And it ain’t no limit
You can see it in my swag
I was all in my feelings
Now it’s time to get & get it
Now it’s time to get a bag
Now I’m sittin here chillin
And my mind up on a million
I can see you niggas mad
Ain’t been home inna minute
Stackin money to the ceiling
I ain’t even trynna brag
On my own gotta get it
And it ain’t no limit
You can see it in my swag
I get the bag & I flip it
Where ya bitch at I think that she missin
I heard you that niggas be simpin
Ask ya bitch bouta P I be pimpin
You know that I’m all bout my chicken
On the block I serve dope like prescription
All that broke nigga shit got me itchin
All that broke nigga shit got me itchin
Ya bitch suckin dick I ain’t ask her to top me
Shit come to find out that the head game was sloppy
I’m gone off them jiggas can’t nobody stop me
I’m stackin these bands I ain’t talkin monopoly
Lil baby get wet i nickname her tsunami
I bust on this mic they gon listen & copy
Speed racing they chasing duckin paparazzi
I put my seat back while I’m blowin this broccoli
I was all in my feelings
Now it’s time to get & get it
Now it’s time to get a bag
Now I’m sittin here chillin
And my mind up on a million
I can see you niggas mad
Ain’t been home inna minute
Stackin money to the ceiling
I ain’t even trynna brag
On my own gotta get it
And it ain’t no limit
You can see it in my swag
I was all in my feelings
Now it’s time to get & get it
Now it’s time to get a bag
Now I’m sittin here chillin
And my mind up on a million
I can see you niggas mad
Ain’t been home inna minute
Stackin money to the ceiling
I ain’t even trynna brag
On my own gotta get it
And it ain’t no limit
You can see it in my swag
Surf
I tell ya bitch go to work
I told yo bitch imma flirt
She twerkin she goin bazerk
All my niggas be moving that work
Moving that work
They be shooting like uzi and vert
Buss a nut and she go to the curb
Swerve
Lemme talk my shit I be gettin to the cat
But her name ain’t kit
Sum like Mj flu game don’t miss &
I don’t got time If it ain’t my wrist
Nigga 187 on the beat like Swiss
And they wanna hate me
Like these niggas hate chris
And my Brodie got that sack
Like I just called blitz
And Ya bitch full of salt bet she taste like ritz
Bitch chose up now we goin for a ride
831 so I hit it from da side
Trynna ride the wave I’m playin with her tide
Niggas want smoke then that pressure get applied
Runnin 2 da bag and
I’m runnin wit a stride
And you know I like chicken
I ain’t takin bout da fried
& you Couldn’t knock me down if a nigga really tried
If he said I took a L then that nigga really lied bitch
I was all in my feelings
Now it’s time to get & get it
Now it’s time to get a bag
Now I’m sittin here chillin
And my mind up on a million
I can see you niggas mad
Ain’t been home inna minute
Stackin money to the ceiling
I ain’t even trynna brag
On my own gotta get it
And it ain’t no limit
You can see it in my swag
I was all in my feelings
Now it’s time to get & get it
Now it’s time to get a bag
Now I’m sittin here chillin
And my mind up on a million
I can see you niggas mad
Ain’t been home inna minute
Stackin' money to the ceiling
I ain’t even trynna brag
On my own gotta get it
And it ain’t no limit
You can see it in my swag

Written by:
Tarrence Albritton

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