Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
Lyricist: Macklemore Composer: Ryan Lewis
Hey Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
Walk into the club like "What up? I got a big cock!"
Nah, I'm just pumped, bought some shit from a thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
People like ¨Damn, that's a cold ass honky!〃
Rolling in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink except my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girl standing next to me
Probably shoulda washed this,cause it smells like R. Kelly's sheets (Pissss
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents!
Copping it, washing it, 'bout to go and get some compliments,
Passing up on those moccasins someone else been walking in,
Bummy and grudgy, fucking it,
I am stunting and flossing and saving money and I'm hella happy
That's a bargain, bitch,
Imma take your grandpa's style
Imma take your grandpa's style, no for real, ask your grandpa
Can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you!)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found (Dig it!)
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a knee board
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like ¨Ah, he got the Velcros!〃
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
What you know about rocking a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowing about wearing a fur fox skin?
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage
One man's trash, that's another man's come up
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt
ˉCause right now, I'm up in her skirt
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the Uptons
I'm not I'm not stuck on searching in this section
Your grandma, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, secondhand and rock that motherfu
cker
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
They be like ¨Oh that Gucci, that's hella tight!〃
I'm like ¨Yo, that's fifty dollars for a t-shirt!〃
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a t-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call that getting swindled and pimped, shit
I call that getting tricked by a business, that shirt's hella dough
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Trying to get girls from a brand. Man, you hella won't, man, you hella wo
n't
(Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!)
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
I'll wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
Is that your grandma's coat?