Childish Gambino - IV. Sweatpants lyrics

Watching haters wonder why Gambino
Got the game locked (yeah?)
Half Thai thickie
All she wanna do is Bangkok (yeah?)
Got her hair done, French braids
Now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive, she askin'
"Why you say that?"
I'm chillin' (yeah) , real nigga feelin'
Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain (Ma)
Still spitting that cash flow, DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts, pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those
Why though? 'Cause I said so
Hip deep in that Pepto
I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo
You faker than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware
But really, are you eating though
Are you eating though? Nigga
Are you eating though
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner's
For beginners, you ain't even know
Never catching cases
Why they faces look so E-M-O
Watch a hater hate me
Wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese
Your girl, she jockin' these
No hands like soccer teams and
Y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't coppin' these
Niggas ain't lookin' like me
Nah, I ain't checkin' ID
(Nah) , but I bounce 'em with no problem
Tell 'em, Problem (Problem)

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin'
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

What? Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me
Better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me
Better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me
Better than you doing you
Better than you doing you
Fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?)

Different color, my passport
Instagram my stack load hashtag my daywear
And your girl drank my daycare
And I'm born rich, life ain't
Fair, it's silver spoon coon, ho
Ain't nobody sicker in
My Fisker, "vroom-vroom, " ho
Ain't nobody top of the holy totem
Ri-ri-ri-rich forever
A million was not the quota
My father owned half the MoMA and
Did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules
Trippin' off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods
And I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glasshouse in the Palisades, that A-K-A
White hood, white hood, O-K-K-K
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
Show Maserati, you whippin' a Kia
Spendin' this money, it's longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Wakin' up broke, man, wouldn't wanna be ya
Friends with the dopeman, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man
Trouble when I see her
"Err eh-err eh" onomatopoeia
Ohh, I got my cool on (Tailor made)
I'm winnin'
So they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck about my family name

What don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me
Better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me
Better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me
Better than you doing you
Better than you doing you
Fuck it, what you gon' do