Thrift Shop (feat. Wanz)

(Hey, Macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?)

What? What? What? What?

What? What? What? What?

Bada, bada, bada doo da

Bada, bada, bada doo da

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm-I'm-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 on 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, girl standin' next to me

Probably should've washed this

Smells like R. Kelly sheets

Piss!

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 has been walkin' in

Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man

I am stunting and flossin' 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? (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, 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 'em 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 huntin', lookin' for a come up

This is fucking awesome!

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm-I'm-I'm huntin', lookin' 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 diggin', I'm diggin'

I'm searchin' right through that luggage

One man's trash, that's another man's come up

Thank your granddad for donatin' 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 bins

I'm not-I'm not stuck on searchin' in that section (mens)

Your grammy, your auntie, your mama, your mammy

I'll take those flannel zebra jammies second hand

And I'll rock that, motherfucker

The built-in onesie with the socks on the 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 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

Tryna get girls from a 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'm-I'm-I'm huntin', lookin' 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'll wear your granddad's clothes (damn right!)

I look incredible (now come on, man)

I'm in this big-ass coat (big-ass coat)

From that thrift shop down the road (let's go, come on!)

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm-I'm-I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up

This is fucking awesome!

(Is that your grandma's coat?)