“Hey Plies it’s a robbery, get up! I’m talking to myself though—what the fuck?”
I can’t get enough of this song. The video as a whole is nothing special, but I keep watching it just to see Plies stuff hundreds of hundreds in his mouth. I mean, this song really hits home in its portrayal of summer delirium brought on by extreme heat and boredom—Plies is just sitting around, making a home video about his cars, and talking to himself. When Plies stacks all of his bills on the coffee table he looks especially dejected, though this might be a result of his frustration with math: “Count a mill and a half and I’ll stop counting, took a picture of that shit, that shit look like a mountain, said, ‘Goddamn I can buy a lot of houses,’ said, ‘hell nah’…”—you get the picture.
