To The Max by RAM (Not Russia) Lyrics
[Intro: Yrs Limitz]
Bitch I’m vibin’ on the beat (Yeah Yeah)
Turn up the vibes (Yeah)
I'm so flexed up
YRS we next yeah
Limitz on the beat (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
It’s Ram on the beat (Yeah Yeah)
[Chorus: Yrs Limitz]
Yeah my pockets stacked up
Fill up to the max
Money count, I count it back
I got Benjis on my lap and some Franklins in the back
'Bout to spend all the cash on a brand new Gucci bag
[Verse 1: Ram]
I can’t sleep at night cause I been countin' up these Franklins
And my bro locked up for GTA but I ain’t talkin' Franklins
Whatchu thinkin, lil shawty whatchu thinkin (whatchu think)
They askin all these questions like “How much are you makin'”
I’m getting cash money you can tell by my AP
Teachers said I won’t be shit I’m dropping out of AP
These diamonds shining on my wrist they clear they ultra HD
Since I got the money everybody started hating (why you hate)
I’ll save an M by 23 (by 23)
I play my cards right like I got an ace on me
[Verse 2: Yrs Limitz]
Yeah Goyard and Supreme (preme’)
Rockin' Balmain jeans (jeans)
Bitch im 17, hit the club with fake I.D.’s (no cap)
Ice up on my wrist (Ice)
Shining and they glis (Bling)
Four G's on my rims and the beamer is the whip (Yes sir)
[Verse 3: Ram]
I keep you in the passenger seat yeah you know we ridin’
Pull up in a TrackHawk Jeep and you the one who ridin’ wit me
Sip you like some whiskey, I’m tipsy
Everything that I’ve be on just wait until it hits me
'Till it hits me just wait until it hits me
I hustle everyday and still say R.I.P. to Nipsey
Everywhere I go I keep that thing tucked
'Cause I ride around with cash all on me like a Brinks truck
Pour a toast up for my enemies and told 'em drink up
'Cause I accomplished every single thing that they can think-think-think of (Yeah Yeah)
[Chorus: Yrs Limitz]
Yeah my pockets stacked up
Fill up to the max
Money count I count it back
I got Benji's on my lap and some Franklins in the back (it’s in the back)
'Bout to spend all this cash on a brand new Gucci bag
[Verse 4: Ram]
Gucci bag is where I keep all of my caaash
Put it straight into the baaag
'Cause we gettin' all these raaacks
Ram and Limitz on this traaack
Yeah, it’s Ram and Limitz on this traaack
Bitch I’m vibin’ on the beat (Yeah Yeah)
Turn up the vibes (Yeah)
I'm so flexed up
YRS we next yeah
Limitz on the beat (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
It’s Ram on the beat (Yeah Yeah)
[Chorus: Yrs Limitz]
Yeah my pockets stacked up
Fill up to the max
Money count, I count it back
I got Benjis on my lap and some Franklins in the back
'Bout to spend all the cash on a brand new Gucci bag
[Verse 1: Ram]
I can’t sleep at night cause I been countin' up these Franklins
And my bro locked up for GTA but I ain’t talkin' Franklins
Whatchu thinkin, lil shawty whatchu thinkin (whatchu think)
They askin all these questions like “How much are you makin'”
I’m getting cash money you can tell by my AP
Teachers said I won’t be shit I’m dropping out of AP
These diamonds shining on my wrist they clear they ultra HD
Since I got the money everybody started hating (why you hate)
I’ll save an M by 23 (by 23)
I play my cards right like I got an ace on me
[Verse 2: Yrs Limitz]
Yeah Goyard and Supreme (preme’)
Rockin' Balmain jeans (jeans)
Bitch im 17, hit the club with fake I.D.’s (no cap)
Ice up on my wrist (Ice)
Shining and they glis (Bling)
Four G's on my rims and the beamer is the whip (Yes sir)
[Verse 3: Ram]
I keep you in the passenger seat yeah you know we ridin’
Pull up in a TrackHawk Jeep and you the one who ridin’ wit me
Sip you like some whiskey, I’m tipsy
Everything that I’ve be on just wait until it hits me
'Till it hits me just wait until it hits me
I hustle everyday and still say R.I.P. to Nipsey
Everywhere I go I keep that thing tucked
'Cause I ride around with cash all on me like a Brinks truck
Pour a toast up for my enemies and told 'em drink up
'Cause I accomplished every single thing that they can think-think-think of (Yeah Yeah)
[Chorus: Yrs Limitz]
Yeah my pockets stacked up
Fill up to the max
Money count I count it back
I got Benji's on my lap and some Franklins in the back (it’s in the back)
'Bout to spend all this cash on a brand new Gucci bag
[Verse 4: Ram]
Gucci bag is where I keep all of my caaash
Put it straight into the baaag
'Cause we gettin' all these raaacks
Ram and Limitz on this traaack
Yeah, it’s Ram and Limitz on this traaack