Usher — No Limit G-Mix

[Intro: Usher & Young Thug] Yeah I meant what I said on the first one (Skrrt, skrrt) Not long then I'm comin' with the new one (Swerve, swerve) Yeah I know, y'all been waitin' for a minute That's what I do, keep it no limit (Yeah) G-Mix! Yep, yep (Yeah), Usher baby (Yeah) Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Usher & Young Thug] Make you say uh, no limit T Scott and Master P with me (Ayy), no limit baby (What?) 2 Chainz and Gucci Mane, no limit Yeah, Eastside Ferg, not the re but the G-Mix There's no limit baby Make you say uh, no limit I C-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murder that, no limit baby (Yeah) Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit Just know if you hop on this G with me There’s no limit baby (G-Mix) [Verse 1: Master P & Usher] More money, more bitches gon' love ya I got the hook up, it's nothin', I park the Phantom, we fuckin' I told her friend that we wasn't I told her man that we cousins, ayy I made this remix for Usher I did it for trappers and hustlers I gave the game to my youngsters I showed 'em how to get paper We takin' trips to Jamaica I've been bout it bout it since "Bout It, Bout It" Bad bitches gon' come up out it We ain't even gotta talk about it (Uhh) No Limit boys get rowdy-rowdy Shawty bad, I won't try that Say she want it, I'ma buy that All this ice get them panties wet Uhh! It'll ride that (G-Mix, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Silkk the Shocker with the bandana tied sideways (Yeah) Master P, no gold teeth, I got the diamonds in it I've been minding my business, you've been minding mine (Straight up) If the love has no limit, why your ass decline? (Straight up) All these cell phone minutes, all these written rhymes (Yeah, yeah) Just one thing to make this finish if you cross the line Yeah, eat, sleep, fuck, sleep, fuck, yeah All day, that's my baby (Yeah) She ride me, Harley, to get me, started I beg your pardon, these diamonds, cost 40 All this money gotta count for something (Yeah, yeah) Keep that shit no limit, fuck one hundred (Straight up) [Chorus: Usher & 2 Chainz] Make you say uh, no limit Got that Master P, no limit baby (Yah) Give you that black card, no limit (Y—Yeah) 2 Chai—hold up, Tity Boi, yeah There's no limit baby (2 Chainz) [Verse 3: 2 Chainz & A$AP Ferg] Okay you're fine, shawty you know that you're fine I pull you out of the line Then I recline, I put it right in your spine I make you smile all the time I pour you wine, I'm puttin' Act' into mine I take it back like rewind I take you back, put you in back of the 'Bach I got my hand on your thighs I am the ice cream man, no limit (Yeah) Pull up in a two-seater with four women, baby (Mm) Mouth full of golds, lick you from head to your toes All these lame dudes get exposed Only the real, I give a F how you feel I spent a check on these clothes I make a wish in a Rolls, I got the stars on the roof I am a dog, I go, "Roof!" I am the shit, I am the Pepe Le Pew I got a rep in the crew I got a plan with a partner (Mm) I got her out of the Honda I just might get her a tank I give a fuck what you think Takin' selfies in the bank (Yeah!) [Verse 4: A$AP Ferg] I'm Silkk the Shocker, clothes designer Fendi, Prada, mama got the illest nana Beat it proper, eat it up just like lasagna Make me holler, "Oh my God" Call me "Daddy," but I'm farther from her father Smoke the coochie up like marijuana Do the honors, long as she mow the lawn up Make her scream like, "Uhh!" I'm the new Dave P. Miller, yeah Might ball in that chinchilla, ayy Probably try out for the A, ayy Cause I score more than these—, ayy 'Member them TV dinners (Yeah) Now I go to Nobu for the mean dinner (Alright), ayy I'ma go with the grilled steak, ayy Swear it feel good to be richer [Chorus: Usher & Gucci Mane] Make-make you say uh, no limit Got that Master P, no limit, baby If I give you this black card (Wizzop), no limit Just know right now it’s the G-Mix, ugh There's no limit, baby [Verse 5: Gucci Mane] I done fucked with this one and that one (Ha) A white one, a Black one I've been there and done that now I ain't even on that But these hoes ain't on shit anyway And at the end of the day man I don't even want that (Nope) I lucked up, then I fucked up, and we broke up Then we made up, but I got locked back up (Damn) But it ain't how you fall, it's how you get right back up I'm a one man army and my bitch my backup (Mm) Now it's sit-ups, pull-ups, drips, and push-ups Thinkin' bout the one who kept it triller (Mwah) That's my chick, she kept it realer None of these hoes ain't fucking with her You my private soldier, mama, can I call you Mia? (Ha) It's truly ain't no limit, bae, and I can't wait to see you (Woo) Everything you think you want, know I can't wait to give (It's Gucci!) Let's lay a rock-solid foundation, bae, 'cause I just wanna build (Yeah) Your wildest dreams and fantasies, the way that you should live Like Master P with golden ceilings, babe, and diamond chandeliers (Brrr!) [Outro: Usher] Make you say uhh, no limit She put that Master P on me, no limit, baby Got her sitting courtside, no limit Just know how it go if you put it on me, there's no limit baby Make you say uhh, no limit, ugh I C-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murder that, ugh, no limit baby Give you that ghetto D, girl, no limit Just know when you call and request it, ugh Y'all ask for the G-Mix