Pentatonix - Thrift Shop lyrics
[Pentatonix - Thrift Shop lyrics]
What, what, what what, what, what, what, yo
What, what, what, what, what, what, hey!
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin'
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
Yo, walk into the club like, what up?
I got a big duck
I'm so pumped about some kicks
From the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, yo it's so dang frosty
The people like, "Yo! Where'd
You get that shirt, scotty?"
Rolling in, rolling deep
Headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink 'cept my gator shoes
Those are green draped in a leopard mink
Girls standing next to me
Probably should've washed this 'cuz it
Smells like Mitch Grassi's feet
Ooh, what? Diss!
But hey it was ninety-nine cents!
Now you're copping it, washing it
'Bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins someone
Else has been walking in
But me grungy, forget it, man
I ain't stunting and flossing
I'm saving my money and I'm
Super happy that's a bargain!
Imma take your grandpa's style
Imma 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
Bookie brown leather jacket that
I found digging
They had a broken keyboard
I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a fleece blanket, and
Then I bought a kneeboard, yeah
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
John Wayne ain't got nothing
On my fringe game, oh no
I could take some pro-wings
Make them cool and sell those
The sneaker heads will be like
"Aw, you got them velcro!"
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 freaking awesome
Yo, what you know about rocking
A wolf on your noggin?
What you knowing about wearing
A fur fox skin? I'm digging, I'm digging
I'm searching right through that luggage, yo
One man's trash
That's another man's come-up
Your Granny, your Auntie, your Momma
Your Mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies
Second hand, I rock that motha
That built in onsie with the
Socks on that motha
I hit the party and they stop with that motha
P-peep game
Come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from my brand
No, no, no you won't (No, no, Mama)
No, no, no you won't (There is no way)
No, no, no you won't
I wear your grandad's clothes
I look incredible i'm in this big ol' coat
From that thrift shop down the road
(Popping tags)
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 freaking awesome
Everybody! I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin'
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
What, what, what, what, what, what, hey!
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin'
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
Yo, walk into the club like, what up?
I got a big duck
I'm so pumped about some kicks
From the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, yo it's so dang frosty
The people like, "Yo! Where'd
You get that shirt, scotty?"
Rolling in, rolling deep
Headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink 'cept my gator shoes
Those are green draped in a leopard mink
Girls standing next to me
Probably should've washed this 'cuz it
Smells like Mitch Grassi's feet
Ooh, what? Diss!
But hey it was ninety-nine cents!
Now you're copping it, washing it
'Bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins someone
Else has been walking in
But me grungy, forget it, man
I ain't stunting and flossing
I'm saving my money and I'm
Super happy that's a bargain!
Imma take your grandpa's style
Imma 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
Bookie brown leather jacket that
I found digging
They had a broken keyboard
I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a fleece blanket, and
Then I bought a kneeboard, yeah
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
John Wayne ain't got nothing
On my fringe game, oh no
I could take some pro-wings
Make them cool and sell those
The sneaker heads will be like
"Aw, you got them velcro!"
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 freaking awesome
Yo, what you know about rocking
A wolf on your noggin?
What you knowing about wearing
A fur fox skin? I'm digging, I'm digging
I'm searching right through that luggage, yo
One man's trash
That's another man's come-up
Your Granny, your Auntie, your Momma
Your Mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies
Second hand, I rock that motha
That built in onsie with the
Socks on that motha
I hit the party and they stop with that motha
P-peep game
Come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from my brand
No, no, no you won't (No, no, Mama)
No, no, no you won't (There is no way)
No, no, no you won't
I wear your grandad's clothes
I look incredible i'm in this big ol' coat
From that thrift shop down the road
(Popping tags)
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 freaking awesome
Everybody! I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin'
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome