Thrift Shop - Macklemore and Ryan Lewis ft Wanz (2013)

What, what, what, what... (x7)

Oh! 

Oh! 

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I-I-I'm huntin'

Lookin for a come up

This is fucking awesome

Now, walk into the club like, "what up I got a big cock"

Nah, I'm just pumped I bought some shit from a thrift shop

Ice in the fringe is so damn frosty

The people like "Damn, that's a cold ass honkey!"

Rollin' in hella deep, headed 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

Pissssssssss

But shit it was ninety nine cents

Copin' it washin' it

Bout to go and get some compliments passin' off on those moccasins

Someone else has been walkin' in but me and grungie fuck 'em in

I am stuntin' and flossin' and

Savin my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch

I'mma take your grandpa's style, I'mma take your grandpa's style, 

No for real ask your grandpa can I have his hand-me-downs 

Velour jump suit 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, then I bought a kneeboard

Hello, hello, my ace man my mello

John Wayne ain't got nothin' on my fringe game

Hell no 

I can take some pro wings, make 'em cool, sell those

The sneaker heads will be like

"Ahhh he got the velcro"

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I-I-I'm huntin'

Lookin' 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 huntin'

Lookin' for a come up

This is fucking awesome

Whatcha know bout rockin' a wolf on your noggin

Whatcha knowin about wearin' a fur fox skin

I'm diggin', I'm diggin', I'm searching right through that luggage

One mans trash that's another mans come up

Thank your grand dad for donating that plaid button

Up shirt cause right now I'm up in her skirt

I'm at the Goodwill you can find me in the

I'm not, I'm not stuck on searching in that section

Your Grammy, your auntie, your momma, you mammy

I'll take those flannel zebra jammies secondhand and rock that mothafucka

The built a onesie with the socks on the mothafucka

I hit the party and they stopped in that mothafucka

They be like "oh that's 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 

I call that getting swindled and pimped

I call that getting tricked by a business

That shirt's hella dough

And havin the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't

Peep game come take a look through my telescope

Tryin'a get girls with my brand man you hella won't

Man 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 huntin'

Lookin' for a come up

This is fucking awesome

I'll wear your granddads clothes, 

I look incredible

I'm in this big ass coat

From the thrift shop down the road

I wear your granddads clothes, 

I look incredible

I'm in this big ass coat

From the thrift shop down the road

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I-I-I'm huntin'

Lookin' for a come up

This is fucking awesome

Hahaha

Is that your grandma's coat?