Uh, Umm, ya'll, Money, Cash Money, This is the 3, and gentlemens, You know me,
1] You know I for my muthafuckin'niggas, likely imma die with my finger on the trigga, They me dont get high, and I should try to make a living, I tell em' i'm a hustler, and I'd make a killing My eyes get so as it rise in the skillet, I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, kill her, I bulletproof the ride, now I like armadillas, And ya,hospital, young money, we the illest And I gotta lie when I tell you im the illest, My is nasty, like C Y Phyllis, made 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 to do with this, but I just thought 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 that imma ride with my muthafuckin niggas, likely imma die with my finger on the trigga, Don't worry bout mine, imma 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 tell all of my that the sky is the limit Cuz the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, And if you look high, you see im gonna be in it The sky is the limit,
Buck Ten in the coupe, And your love it, Switching lane faster than she subject, Tell a bitch don't to me, And if talking to them niggas, don't talk for free, And I hate a nigga say talk is cheap, Cuz im the type to let talk for me, My is art, unique, My flow can a sea, The only on a mind of a shark, is eat, By any means, and just 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, They tried to make a brand new map us, But the tourists come down and spend too dollars, And no matter how you it, it will still be ours
And imma with my muthafuckin niggas, Most imma die with my finger on the trigga, Don't 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 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 look up high, see that I'm gonna be in it, Cuz the sky is the limit,
And you wanna fuck with a soldier, Use your head, or I'll it off ya shoulder, Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's on the livingroom sofa, And you don't wanna fuck a soldier, Use your head, or ill it off ya shoulder, Mail it to your mom, with a dozen of roses, (Now that's up) And I'm a G, And you aint gotta the alphabets to see, I know my whole is depending on me, And I forget a lot of shit, but I never forget the streets
So you know that im gonna ride with my niggas, Most likely die with my finger on the trigga, worry bout mine, imma grind till i get it And all of my niggas that the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, Don't worry bout mine, imma till i get it And tell all of my 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
They tell me dont get high, not to try to a living, I tell em' i'm a hustler, and I'd rather 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,