350heem - No Permission

Do what I want
No I don't need no permission
Now how to get it and flip it
Get rich or die like im 50

350 a menace
But baby my name ain’t Dennis
They say I’m one of the illest
I kept it the realest
And all of these niggas pretending
Really I don’t want em near me
Back to the licks
I was just down on my dick I was broke and it had to be fixed
I just flooded my wrist I wake up put a check on my list
To be g I don’t care bout a bitch
But that’s how it go
How you be getting bread these niggas ain’t gettin no doe
Don’t wanna fuck her I rather just get me some head
But after that i gotta ghost
I got that pack on me now and this shit ain’t a joke
I get it em in for the low
Remember them days when I use to sleep on the floor
Wake up and trap out a O
If he make a move my young nigga poppin his top
Just like you poppin a bean
My hunids they blue and you know my fifty’s be red
But all of my money be green
And i know all of these bitches in love with 350heem
Cause it ain’t nobody like me
I’m all bout a check that mean I can’t do nothin for free
I gotta charge you fee

Cause I really do what I want
No I don’t need no permission
If I don’t do nothing I know how to get it and flip it
I get rich or die like I’m 50
I thought I told you I don’t got no love for these bitches I got to much love for these digits
Fuck nigga play then we gone knock of his wig
This glock it do come with extension
Yea yea
Cause I really do what I want
No I don’t need no permission
If I don’t do nothing I know how to get it and flip it
I get rich or die like I’m 50
I thought I told you I don’t got no love for these bitches I got to much love for these digits
Fuck nigga play then we gone knock of his wig
This glock it do come with extension

I never needed no practice
Know I just jumped in the game
I use to get off the bus and go walk to trap
When my og was swervin the cane
I had to cut the bitch off cause her pussy was bap
Really ain’t tryna explain
I can’t be hangin with niggas they really be cap
I know he ain’t what he claim
Oh yea
I really don’t got no ceilings
That’s just the way that I’m living
Fucking yo bitch but I hate when she get in her feelings
I can’t save a hoe I’m the villain
They know I’m official
I ain’t killa don’t tempt
That choppa gone sing like musician
No 9-5
But I got that work in the kitchen
I’m trappin and making a killin
Remember them nights when a Nigga was struggling now we gone ball like the sandlot
And they always gone doubt me I get in position they sit on they ass and I stand out
Know that feeling you down and you bout the go under I woke up seen I’m the man now
Foreign bitch wanna give me the chance now when I get in the room pull her pants down cuz she know im 350

Cause I really do what I want
No I don’t need no permission
If I don’t do nothing I know how to get it and flip it
I get rich or die like I’m 50
I thought I told you I don’t got no love for these bitches I got to much love for these digits
Fuck nigga play then we gone knock of his wig
This glock it do come with extension
Yea yea

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