Wiz Khalifa – No Permission (Lyric) feat. Chevy Woods

Wiz Khalifa – No Permission (Lyric) feat. Chevy Woods

When I ride by, I want you to see what I see

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Shit’s very clear, uh

Pass me a joint, guarantee Imma hit it

Come to that life, I don’t talk it, I live it

I got a old school ass car you can sit in

I got a crib that you probably can’t get in

I got a pound, we can grind it and twist it

I been at work on the grind for a minute

Smokin’ that loud and still mindin’ my business

She fuck with me because I got the vision

Countin’ my benjis

Puttin’ it all in the bank but I don’t really mind if I spend it

Can’t take it? Don’t cross the line when you finish

When you stay all on your grind you can get it

When we be fuckin’ I’m climbin’ up in it

She fuck with me because I got the vision

Haters be talkin’, don’t mind ’em, don’t listen

Duckin’ ’em shots, that’s divine intervention

I be so high, you should prolly come visit

You make a choice, hope you like your decision

Come to my crib, we can spark and get lifted

Go up in smoke just like I’m a magician

She ain’t [?] she probably was trippin’

She fuck with me because I got the vision

Get to this money, get high, my intentions

Family first, that’s a valuable lesson

She fuck with me because I got the vision

I fuck with her, when I’m talkin’, she listen

When we together, we stick to the mission

Sparkin’ that weed up without no permission

She fuck with me because I got the vision

I fuck with her, when I’m talkin’, she listen

When we together, we stick to the mission

Rollin’ that weed up without no permission, uh

Money come and money go, we stay the same though

Money come and money go, we stay the same though

Chevy Woods:

Still getting richer, her friend came for richer

They answer my calls and I guess you don’t know ’bout this blessing you missin’

Keys in ignition, ready to start it

Killing that pussy, that’s dearly departed

OK, now give me your thoughts on this carpet

Just got the call, Imma pull up and park it

Smellin’ like kush, what could you tell me?

Body all chocolate like Keisha in Belly

Damn girl I like what you do with that jelly

You here for your interview, shoutout O’Reilly

We gettin’ money nigga case closed

All hundreds to the bankroll

If you coming nigga, let’s go

I’m talking crab with the eggroll

Just shot a text “What you doin tonight?”

Oh is you down for the two in the night?

Turn off the lights but that ain’t what I like

I want to see what you do in the light

Told me you grown and don’t need no permission

If it hadn’t been for you Ima need intervention

Hold up a second, I’m talkin’, just listen

What’s on your mind?

Don’t make no decisions

I’m gone

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