Tyler, The Creator, Burtono - Get Fresh lyrics

Most niggas think I'm redundant
'Cause I like to take my
Shopping sprees out in London
I go to the can, I go shop in Japan
A diamond black card, I get as much I can
Man my seven chains seem so real
Imagination changed all the way
That this feels 'Cause it's soft
Ice creams and ducks
My girl rock Louis Vuitton pumps
You ask how much it cost my nigga, I go hard
I rock Goyard, Supreme, oh god
Thought I had to wear black just to kick Bush
Until a mechanic button pushed me
Just to kick push
Niggas know I'm a teenage millionaire
Got polos to match every color Care Bear
I get fit with Ralph Lauren
White tees is boring
That's why I rock the best, my nigga
Get fresh

I'm color-coordinated get fresh
They're not color-coordinated
They need to get fresh
We is color-coordinated it's fresh
(Ooh, yeah)

Yeah, all white polo, self-titled jeans
Filliano Burtono, dog, own everything
Your boy Filliano is OTC
And at it's worst, I shop out this country
Your boy Filliano got his own clothing
What's the name of it? It's named after me
You ain't gotta stay tuned
This ain't a cartoon
Somewhere far, Mr burtono is coming soon
Red, white, blue, that's so fresh
Black on black, you look like a mess
The sunny part about it, I'm so funny
Yeah, I'm so fresh to death, I sweat money
I love it, chillin' in the public
Three hundred bucks for the Rockin' Republics
I don't know, but I'm not the best
I stay, I dress to impress
But just get fresh

I'm color-coordinated get fresh
They're not color-coordinated
They need to get fresh
We is color-coordinated it's fresh
(Ooh, yeah)

I go to Beverly Hills for perfection
Just so I can scope out the new Polo Hansen
My own clothing gives me an erection
I like to jack off to my own clothing
Nigga, check my wallet and see
How much I'm holding
A new Bathing Ape t-shirt I'm unfolding
Cuffed pants, block save an attraction
With my jeans, now I have a creative reaction
All my jeans get ripped up from my crew
Probably 'cause my new purple label look blue
Orange, yellow, green, pink, I got fit's
My closet is thicker than silicone
And Lil Kim tit's
And as you can tell I'm on a mission
'Cause I got more True
Religion than a Christian
I'm rockin' in public, Banana Republic
You rockin' Akadema jeans
I'm rockin' Rock & Republic (Yup)
Paper with O's on the check
T-shirts with V's on the neck
My flow is sicker than
AIDS patients havin' sex
And you know what's next
I'm one of the best dressed
I'm not even gonna tell you
The rest, my nigga, get fresh
(Ooh, yeah)