Composer : Abhi Vaidehi

No, you go first

If time is money Iʼm gone, Iʼm gone watch the hour glass

Yeah, I donʼt need your loving you can have it back

You said youʼd fill my wallet with a salad snack

You get the cold, cold shoulder

Ooooh

I know

Ooooh

I get it, youʼre too cool for school

Ooooh

Yeah, I know

Ooooh

Youʼre too hot to touch

Iʼve been working grave shifts on my own

Even a broken watch hits twelve oʼ clock like once or twice

But you canʼt budge a beat

Iʼve been working fingers to the bone

And thatʼs what youʼre 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?

Iʼve been here for so long just waiting...

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 b***h

Because I never knew how people focused on a dime b***h

When a dollar worth more, and bitches come when I'm rich

Said Iʼm 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 Iʼm 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 ainʼt finna make me!

Iʼd like to personally thank you for fronting from the beginning

Without your incompetent ass I wouldnʼt be where Iʼm sitting

But where the **** would I be at if I never got up to get it?

We catch you snitching youʼll get caught like a seeker but this ainʼt 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 poppingʼ like it or not

Yeah weʼre going up, weʼre going up, weʼre going up, weʼre going up!

Tell your people to hit my people just google me

The second youʼll get into some musical ingenuity

Watch me take it from google beach to a nudie beach

Overseas especially if Iʼm counting the streams

Your daughter and her homies come to every single show Iʼm reppin'

Your mama be bumping me in the whip and you still wonʼt cut the check

We could all be one happy family, but

Youʼre too cool for school

(Planes)