Aidcot, Bizzle, Edrictheperson - What's The Time lyrics

Pull up with a lamp, lil shawty in the trap
Two tone on my patek
And my approval with a stamp
I be flexing with my wrist and
Stay flexing with a stick
Turning up like it's crazy you
Know all my homies lit
Supreme on my lap and you dissing with a cap
Never work the 9 to 5
That'll never do you right
Beamer feeling like I'm flying
For my dogs I'll keep a lie
Shawty asked like what's the time
I don't know the time is mine

I got that cash flow bank roll
Ice from the North Pole got thotties
Got hotties you name it I got it
Stop playing i’m saying
My ice heavy weighing to Jesus I’m praying
For bags I be chasing i’m chasing the money
You know I stay stunning
Catch 1 2 3 bags and you know I stay running
I’m going and I ain’t stopping
Hoe, on my right while I
Be driving she be topping
Don’t, give a fuck about the
Price while I be shopping
Main, give a fuck about my
Sides but I ain’t trippin
Never on my lonely vibe can
Never catch me simping
Bangers back to back my lyric
Choppa it be hitting

Pull up with a lamp, lil shawty in the trap
Two tone on my patek and
My approval with a stamp
I be flexing with my wrist and
Stay flexing with a stick
Turning up like it's crazy you
Know all my homies lit
Supreme on my lap and you dissing with a cap
Never work the 9 to 5
That'll never do you right
Beamer feeling like I'm flying
For my dogs I'll keep a lie
Shawty asked like what's the time
I don't know the time is mine

Money on my mind, tryna make it out
Stacking all these these racks till
I make it out
Hunnid on yo head tell em buss them out
If you ain't bussin out then we coming out
If u ain't heard of us now u know of us
Now we on our grind, till we make it out
Bro don’t trip about us, we ain't holding out
Just know all the bros, finna make it out
On my way to top I ain't holding out
Keep my check fat cuz you know i made it out
Went to the field just to hold it down
Held that shit down till the check bounce

Pull up with a lamp, lil shawty in the trap
Two tone on my patek and
My approval with a stamp
I be flexing with my wrist and
Stay flexing with a stick
Turning up like it's crazy you
Know all my homies lit
Supreme on my lap and you dissing with a cap
Never work the 9 to 5
That'll never do you right
Beamer feeling like I'm flying
For my dogs I'll keep a lie
Shawty asked like what's the time
I don't know the time is mine

Ay, bitch, know the time is mine
Keep my shit a hundred cos
I'm always on my grind
Butterfly doors, kicking shit with my slime
Check in with the hoes cos
The homies need know dimes
Need a real foreign body cos
I'm reaching for a line
I been so sick of parties cos
I'm feeling in my prime
I need full showing thotties but
I know none is mine
I need full blown Gucci cos
The fit is really fine
I been touring with my shawty
The cuisine is so divine
Eating shrimp, steak
And lobster dip that shit in some wine
Two tone on my patek
Least I know to tell time
You flex 100 and shit you can't tell time

Pull up with a lamp, lil shawty in the trap
Two tone on my patek and
My approval with a stamp
I be flexing with my wrist and
Stay flexing with a stick
Turning up like it's crazy you
Know all my homies lit
Supreme on my lap and you dissing with a cap
Never work the 9 to 5
That'll never do you right
Beamer feeling like I'm flying
For my dogs I'll keep a lie
Shawty asked like what's the time
I don't know the time is mine