No Permission
I go grind for the money
I stay fly sipping muddy
Dreaming about the day I get a Rarri
Putting all this work I need nobody
No permission man I do this on my own
Straight still faded never lose control
No permission man I do this on my own
Straight still faded never lose control (Yeah)
Take a pic for the gram
Why you outchea trippin man
Outchea with the gang
I be on a high demand
No permission
Stretching on my vision
I be sipping
Tripping with ambition
Got your girl on my phone
She tryna call me for the money
Talk hunnid money
You wonder why I keeping switching all these numbers
Cause she is on me
I got it popping
I told lil mamma man I'm sorry
Gotta put the work in
Hold up lil bitch
I'm working
Never lose focus
Everything
If it ain't about the money
Then I know it's worthless
All my niggas stay connected
Like we on some merge tip
Wait
Short nigga with the hits like I'm Baby J
RIP to all the realist niggas in the grave yeah
I stay committed
Damn damn for the bag
Take a picture for the gram
I'm about to take off with a bang
I go grind for the money
I stay fly sipping muddy
Dreaming about the day I get a Rarri
Putting all this work I need nobody
No permission man I do this on my own
Straight still faded never lose control
No permission man I do this on my own
Straight still faded never lose control (Yeah)
I stay fly sipping muddy
Dreaming about the day I get a Rarri
Putting all this work I need nobody
No permission man I do this on my own
Straight still faded never lose control
No permission man I do this on my own
Straight still faded never lose control (Yeah)
Take a pic for the gram
Why you outchea trippin man
Outchea with the gang
I be on a high demand
No permission
Stretching on my vision
I be sipping
Tripping with ambition
Got your girl on my phone
She tryna call me for the money
Talk hunnid money
You wonder why I keeping switching all these numbers
Cause she is on me
I got it popping
I told lil mamma man I'm sorry
Gotta put the work in
Hold up lil bitch
I'm working
Never lose focus
Everything
If it ain't about the money
Then I know it's worthless
All my niggas stay connected
Like we on some merge tip
Wait
Short nigga with the hits like I'm Baby J
RIP to all the realist niggas in the grave yeah
I stay committed
Damn damn for the bag
Take a picture for the gram
I'm about to take off with a bang
I go grind for the money
I stay fly sipping muddy
Dreaming about the day I get a Rarri
Putting all this work I need nobody
No permission man I do this on my own
Straight still faded never lose control
No permission man I do this on my own
Straight still faded never lose control (Yeah)
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Writer(s): Itebogeng Moatshe
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