Lyrics:

[Intro]
Hey Macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?
What what, what, what

[Hook: Wanz]
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 fucking awesome

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Now walk into the club like 'What up?! I got a big cock!'
Nah, Im just pumped, I bought some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
The people like Damn, thats 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
(Pissssss...) But shit, it was 99 cents!
Fuck it, coppin' it, washin' it, bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins someone else has been walking in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it man, I am stunting and flossing and
Saving my money and Im hella happy, thats a bargain, bitch
Ima take your grandpa's style, Ima 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 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 aint got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool
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