Veena - Triple7 (feat. Ammo Gift)

I don't really have no friends
Don't got time to make amends
If it were me, you'd bow down to me
I don't really have no time
No time, my time to shine
No time, no time to waste
I'm fine
Where they come
I don't trust no one
I don't make no fun
I don't fall no where
I don't need, no, no
Time to waste
I got time to spare
When there's money there
Don't run, yeah, don't hide
Don't try to define
All the walls I climb
I know I'll survive
I know that I'll shine
When my time is mine
Don't come at me now
The fun just started now
Just started now
We're cloudy now
I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't, don't
Yeah, say
Run me my breesh, all hunnids
Play with me nigga, I'm on it
Cash-out whenever I want it
I could never go back, no fronting
Let a fuck nigga tell, me nothing
Came up now I get it, you bugging
Every time I turn around, it's something
Shit
I got the check, I know
Niggas wanna run around hate on me
You get upset, I don't
Got me no time to be given for free
I give a fuck about your feelings
And fuck about us chilling
I swear this paper turn me cold
I'm on my Dunder Mifflin
Give a fuck about no bitches
I got to get it on my soul
You on your own

Written by:
john Caldwell, veronica ciccone

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