[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

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)

[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 (Uh)
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
Uh! It’ll ride that (G-Mix, yeah, yeah)

[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)

[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)

[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!)

[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, “Uh!”
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

[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

[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 (Brr!)

[Usher:]
Make you say uh, no limit
She put that Master P on me, no limit, baby
Got her sitting court-side, no limit
Just know how it go if you put it on me, there’s no limit baby
Make you say uh, 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