Hey Macklemore?
Can we go thrift shopping?

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 up to the club like,
“What up, I got a big cock!”
Nah, I’m just pumped,
just bought some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it’s so damn frosty
That people like,
“Damn! That’s a cold ass honkey”
Rollin’ in, hella deep,
headin’ to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink,
‘cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink,
girls standin’ next to me
Probably shoulda washed this,
smells like R. Kelly’s sheets
(Piiisssssss)

But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin’ it, washin’ it,
’bout to go and get some compliments
Passin’ up on those moccasins
someone else’s been walkin’ in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it man
I am stuntin’ and flossin’ and
Savin’ my money and I’m
hella happy that’s a bargain, bitch
I’ma take your grandpa’s style,
I’ma 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 diggin’
They had a broken keyboard,
I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket,
and then I bought a kneeboard
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
“Aw, 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 rockin’ a
wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin’ about wearin’ 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
‘Cause right now I’m up in here stuntin’
I’m at the Goodwill,
you can find me in the (Utptons)
I’m that, I’m that sucker searchin’ in
that section (Uptons)
Your grammy, your aunty,
your momma, your mammy
I’ll take those flannel zebra jammies,
second-hand, I rock that motherf-cker
The built-in onesie with the
socks on that motherf-cker
I hit the party and they stop
in that motherf-cker
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?
Then you hella won’t
Then you hella won’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 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?