Parmish Verma - Time Is Money (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Parmish Verma - Time Is Money (en) Lyrics
Birkin on your shoulder,
Van Cleef on your wrist
Oh, Hermes, on your feet — how
can I even praise you?
Girl, your drip’s on fire
Your friend’s our fan, and
the whole world is too
You sneak glances at our whip,
Sometimes at the iced-out bling,
sometimes at the Glock clip
Your shyness seems just faded
Time is money — that's what
you're asking for
You lock eyes, then make an escape
You glance at my watch, then
take a puff of your vape
You seem high on fun
From what you say, looks like
you're into mushrooms
I feel, girl, you’re way too fancy
We’re old school, but
girl, you’re Gen-Z
Intoxicated eyes, personal Benz below
A girl fond of lean(sizzurp)
is way too trendy
Seeing the Lambo, the girl
says, F***, wow!
What, when, how — just forget it
Oh, Ari Ari Ari, not so quickly
Oh, our whip won’t open up
that fast for you, girl
Oh, we share unbreakable bonds
Oh, with the ones we roll
with (on drives)
From Chandigarh to Dubai in just
three and a half hours,
Rolling with friends, the
boys are all about fun
The boy is into cars and watches
Their Tiffany Blue whip
waits on the runway
Oh, relatives ask about my earnings
I’d gift a Cullinan to my
dad — that’s my promise
Work’s all set, I board the jet
Wherever my path takes me next
Muscles flexed, wearing
a sleeveless sando
Riding high in a G-Class,
parked Lambo on the side
Every day, either Saturday or Sunday
We don't pray for love,
we just pray for cars
Oh, heads turn as you pass by the city
Oh, Time is money — that's
what you're asking for
I'm sorry, girl
My time is my money
Let's go, boys!
Slab
I'm handling some motherf*cking
business, homie
I hope you talk, you call about money!
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