Planes (feat. Harrison Sands, Tyler Coolidge, Hooligan Lou & Natty Reeves)

No, you go first If time is money I'm gone, I'm gone watch the hour glass Yeah, I don't need your loving you can have it back You said you'd fill my wallet with a salad snack You get the cold, cold shoulder Ooooh I know Ooooh I get it, you're too cool for school Ooooh Yeah, I know Ooooh You're too hot to touch I've been working grave shifts on my own Even a broken watch hits twelve o' clock like once or twice But you can't budge a beat I've been working fingers to the bone And that's what you're feeding me These scraps are weak I watch as you eat like a king What does it mean to never care Is everything just little figments of your world of despair, oh-oh Hello stranger are you there? I've been here for so long just waiting... Ooooh (I know) Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh Too hot to touch If time was money I would be time efficient And if you waste my time well then it's bye-bye bitches Because I never knew how people focused on a dime bitch When a dollar worth more, and bitches come when I'm rich Said I'm going on tour with my life in a trunk From the mic to the drugs, nice clothes, swim trunks Got the hype and the buzz I'm with Hooligan Lou I bet you got it from your mams and your daddy a fool I bet you probably go snitch on your family too I bet you skimp on your friends and your fans to be cool I bet you scam all the fam cause their vanity changed That makes me ran tan, pissy and my sanity droop Thank god I been working on my own here, oh Lone range to the bone in my cave here, oh Ain't cave to a boss bitch pay me You ain't finna make me! I'd like to personally thank you for fronting from the beginning Without your incompetent ass I wouldn't be where I'm sitting But where the fuck would I be at if I never got up to get it? We catch you snitching you'll get Caught like a seeker but this ain't Quidditch How many frozen burritos will it take me to taste some greatness? How many blogs I gotta email before they abandon fake shit? You wanna clock buddy? We popping' like it or not Yeah we're going up. we're going up. we're going up, we're going up! Tell your people to hit my people just google me The second you'll get into some musical ingenuity Watch me take it from google beach to a nudie beach Overseas especially if I'm counting the streams Your daughter and her homies come to every single show I'm reppin Your mama be bumping me in the whip and you still won't cut the check We could all be one happy family, but You're too cool for school (Planes)