[Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Nigga, I'm the capper Rapper slash not actor Cause I could never act the part of being fakey You should really thank me Who else would do this shit? All that fucking wishing and waiting These niggas are mistaken You don't speak my language Dressed like I'm Cambridge Bowtie make me Muslim Switch it for suspenders Two at least Clickin through on hypebeast Thom Browne, Hells Bells, Kitsune, Jay L I don't wear shit unless it got a logo Now it's time to go and walk around SoHo All high schools showing out, Pay less Man fuck that, yo I earned this
[Hook x4] I love clothes
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino] Go to TOPMAN, that's the hot spot Check Kanye's blog for the high tops Check shake appeal lookbook right quick Bape hooking up with Ambush, that’s sick Sperry top-sider with a black trim Pink leather jacket, gotta get him New t-shirt and I put it all On a charge card Burning through my Goyard And it's so dumb, but it's so tight Ain't nothing like new shoes every night And it feels so good in the new jeans And the new shirt, it's addicting I'm an addict, I don't want help I'mma die in my brand new Louis belt But not Louis, it's too gaudy Check the lime green frames a girl bought me Billionaire Boys Club, I'm living it One shirt, eight dubs, I'm spending it Got shoes that I know I won't wear And the problem is I don't really care Got money, but nothing is forever Every time I'm out to buy a new sweater By 211 I'll be dead broke I'll be the homeless dude in a peacoat