Thrift Shop

Em  Em  Em  Em

[Chorus]
Em
I'm gonna pop some tags
         G
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
A
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a 
come-up
B               D
This is fucking awesome

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

(Piiisssssss)
Em
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! 
(Bag it)
Em
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go 
and get some compliments
Em
Passin' up on those moccasins 
someone else's been walkin' in
Em
Bummy and grungy, fuck it man
Em
I am stuntin' and flossin' and
Em
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy 
that's a bargain, bitch
Em
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma
 take your grandpa's style,
Em
No for real - ask your grandpa - can
 I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank 
you)
Em
Velour jumpsuit and some house 
slippers
Em
Dookie brown leather jacket that I 
found diggin'
Em
They had a broken keyboard, I bought
 a broken keyboard
Em
I bought a skeet blanket, and then I
 bought a kneeboard
Em
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
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Em
John Wayne ain’t got nothing on my 
fringe game, hell no
Em
I could take some Pro Wings, make 
them cool, sell those
Em
The sneaker heads would be like “Aw,
 he got the Velcros”

[Chorus]
Em
I'm gonna pop some tags
         G
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
A
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a 
come-up
B               D
This is fucking awesome
Em
I'm gonna pop some tags
         G
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
A
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a 
come-up
B               D
This is fucking awesome

[Verse]
Em
What you know about rockin' a wolf 
on your noggin?
Em
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur
 fox skin?
Em
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm 
searching right through that luggage
Em
One man's trash, that's another 
man's come up
Em
Thank your granddad for donating 
that plaid button-up shirt
Em
'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt
Em
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me
 in the (Uptons)
Em
I'm that, I'm that sucker searchin' 
in that section (Uptons)
Em
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma,
 your mammy
Em
I’ll take those flannel zebra 
jammies, second-hand, I rock that 
motherfucker
Em
The built-in onesie with the socks 
on that motherfucker
Em
I hit the party and they stop in 
that motherfucker
Em
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - 
that's hella tight."
Em
I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars
 for a T-shirt."
Em
Limited edition, let's do some 
simple addition
Em
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's
 just some ignorant bitch (shit)
Em
I call that getting swindled and 
pimped (shit)
Em
I call that getting tricked by a 
business
Em
That shirt's hella dough
Em
And having the same one as six other
 people in this club is a hella 
don't
Em
Peep game, come take a look through 
my telescope
Em
Trying to get girls from a brand? 
Then you hella won't
Em                   G A B D
Then you hella won't

[Chorus]
Em
I'm gonna pop some tags
         G
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
A
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a 
come-up
B               D
This is fucking awesome

[Bridge]
Em
I wear your grandads clothes
G
I look incredible
A
I'm in this bigass coat
G                     A
From that thrift shop down the road
Em
I wear your grandads clothes
G
I look incredible
A
I'm in this bigass coat
G                     A
From that thrift shop down the road

[Chorus]
Em
I'm gonna pop some tags
         G
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
A
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a 
come-up
B               D
This is fucking awesome
Em