Текст песни Thrift Shop - Workout Masters

I′m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I′m, I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fu**ing awesome
Now walk into the club like
"What up? I got a big cock!"
Nah, I'm just pumped
I bought some sh*t from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
The 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 should′ve washed this
Smells like R.Kelly sheets -piss-
But sh*t, it was 99 cents
Buy it, copping it, washing it
About to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins
Someone else has been walking in
Bummy and grungy, fu** it man
I am stunting and flossing and saving 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?
Velour jumpsuit
And some house slippers
Dookie Brown leather jacket
That I found digging
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 mellow
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′m, I′m, I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fu**ing 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, because right now
I'm up in her skirt
I′m at the Goodwill, you can find me in the bins
I′m that, I'm that sucker searching in that section
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I′ll take those flannel zebra jammies
Second hand and I'll rock that motherfu**er
The built-in one-sies with the socks on the motherfu**er
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfu**er
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 s*it
I call that getting swindled and pimped, s*it
I call that getting tricked by business
That shirt′s hella though
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, man you hella won′t
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I′m, I'm, I′m hunting, looking for a come up
This is fu**ing 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′m, I'm, I′m hunting, looking for a come up
This is fu**ing awesome