Lyrics Madilyn Bailey

Madilyn Bailey

Thrift Shop

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is freaking awesome

I Walk up to the club I'm like, "What up, I got a big rock!"

I'm so pumped about the stuff from the thrift shop

Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty

people like, "whoa. He's lookin real funky"

Rollin' in the hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,

Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green

Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me

Probably shoulda washed this, it smells like R. Kelly's sheets

But, it was ninety-nine cents!

Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments

Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in

But me and grungy slammin it

I am stuntin' and flossin' and

Savin' my money and that's a bargain

I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,

No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs?

Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers

Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'

They had a broken keyboard, so I bought a broken keyboard

I bought a sick blanket, then I bought a kneeboard

Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello

John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, I know

I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those

The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is freaking awesome

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is freaking awesome

What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?

What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?

I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage

One man's trash, that's another man's come-up

Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt

'Cause right now I'm up in here statured

I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)

I'm not, I'm not sick of searchin' in that section (Uptons)

Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy

I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that oh

The built-in onesie with the socks on it oh

I hit the party and they stop in that

They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."

I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."

Limited edition, let's do some simple addition

Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant [?]

I call that getting swindled and pimped

I call that getting tricked by a business

That shirt's hella dough

And having the same one as six other people in this club that's a hella don't

Peep game, come take a look through my telescope

Trying to get girls from your brand? then you hella won't

then you hella won't

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is freaking awesome

I'll wear your granddad's clothes

I'll look incredible

I'm in this big coat

From that thrift shop down the road

I'll wear your granddad's clothes

I'll look incredible

I'm in this big coat

From that thrift shop down the road

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is freaking awesome