Lyrics:

Hey!
We was born in Brooklyn, stand up
I see you, red lipstick
Aha skinny jeans and it's beanie season
Coffee cups, bottom's up
Let's change the world people, hands in the air
Leggo  that's what they say in Paris

Spend a lot of money at the tattoo shop on weekends
Spend a lot of dividends on indie concert tickets
And I might just fly to Amsterdam, to hang with a friend of mine
Ray-ban shades hide the party I had at my spot last night
At 4: 30 make it to Grace Jones day I feel so fly
Oho, the coffee run I'm so tired
Starbucks please I'm so by
Tryina change the world, aye

I'm a rich hipster, I hang with 30000 heirs, yeah
A really, really rich hipster, the richness lives in here
Point to your heart

Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse, uniform
Yet not the norm
Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse, uniform
Look nice, yet not the norm
We all try to be different but we're all alike
Sharing art and love we all bleed red tonight
When I hit the club, promise to show me love
No matter who you are, y'all can get along
Meet a new stranger, make a new friend
Never know maybe a friend to the end
America, London and back again
Wave your love when you wave your flag
I said wave your love when you wave your flag
Be rich

I'm a rich hipster, I hang with 30000 heirs, yeah
I'm a rich hipster, my richness lives in here
Point to your heart

I'm a rich hipster, I hang with 30000 heirs, come on aha
I'm a rich hipster, my richness lives in here
Point to your heart

I'm a rich hipster, I hang with 30000 heirs, I do, aha
I'm a rich hipster, my richness lives in here
Point to your heart