Uh, Umm, ya'll, Money, Cash Money, This is the 3, and gentlemens, You know me,
1] You know I for my muthafuckin'niggas, Most likely imma die my finger on the trigga, They tell me get high, and I should try to make a living, I tell em' i'm a hustler, and I'd rather a killing My eyes get so wide as it in the skillet, I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, kill her, I the ride, now I feel like armadillas, And ya,hospital, young money, we the illest And I aint gotta lie when I you im the illest, My is nasty, like C Y Phyllis, Self G, and them bitches know the business. Relying on rap, but in the I'm a chemist, And when I was 5, my movie was The Grimilins Aint got shit to do with this, but I just that I should mention, You looking for devine and the intervention, And them birds don't fly, my permission, I'm in the sky, flying with the fishes, Or maybe in the ocean, with the pigeons, See my is different, Like Wayne, And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the thang,
And you know that ride with my muthafuckin niggas, Most imma die with my finger on the trigga, worry bout mine, imma grind till i get it And tell all of my that the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, And all of my niggas that the sky is the limit Cuz the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, And if you look high, you see that im be in it The sky is the limit,
Buck Ten in the coupe, And your bitch it, Switching lane than she switch subject, Tell a bitch don't to me, And if you're talking to niggas, don't talk for free, And I hate a nigga say talk is cheap, Cuz im the type to let money for me, My is art, unique, My flow can a sea, The thing on a mind of a shark, is eat, By any means, and you're sardines, I got the 40 cal. in my p.r.p's., What do you expect, im New Orleans, And of my city is riders, tried to make a brand new map without us, But the tourists come down and spend too dollars, And no how you change it, it will still be ours
And imma ride my muthafuckin niggas, Most likely die with my finger on the trigga, Don't worry mine, imma grind till i get it And tell all of my that the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, And imma tell all of my niggas the sky is the limit, the sky is the limit, Yeah, the sky is the limit, And if you up high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it, Cuz the sky is the limit,
And you don't fuck with a soldier, Use your head, or I'll it off ya shoulder, Run up in your house and shoot everyone sitting on the livingroom sofa, And you don't wanna fuck a soldier, Use your head, or ill it off ya shoulder, it to your mom, with a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up) And I'm a G, And you aint know the alphabets to see, I know my whole is depending on me, And I forget a lot of shit, but I could never the streets
So you know that im gonna ride my muthafuckin niggas, Most likely die with my finger on the trigga, Don't worry mine, imma grind till i get it And tell all of my that the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, Don't worry mine, imma grind till i get it And all of my niggas that the sky is the limit, the sky is the limit, Yeah, the sky is the limit, And If you look high, see that im gonna be in it, Cuz the sky is the
tell me dont get high, not to try to make a living, I tell em' i'm a hustler, and I'd make a killing Cuz the sky is the
up in the air, because the sky is the limit, Can you see me up The sky is the limit, The sky is the limit,