Hey! Brooklyn, stand up I see you, red Uh huh skinny jeans and it's beanie Coffee cups, up change the world people, hands in the air Leggo, that's what say in Paris
a lot of money at the tattoo shop on weekends Spend a lot of dividends on indie concert And I might just fly to To hang with a friend of shades hide the party I had at my spot night At 4:30 make it to Grace day I feel so fly Oho, a run I'm so tired Starbucks I'm so wired Tryina the world, aye
I'm a rich I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah A really, rich hipster The richness in here Point to heart
(Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse) you go on? (Uniform, yet not the norm) (Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse, uniform) You nice (Yet not the norm)
We all try to be different but we're all Sharing art and love we all bleed red When I hit the club, promise to me love No matter who you are, y'all can get Meet a new stranger, a new friend Never know maybe a to the end to London and back again Wave your love you wave your flag That's right, I said wave your When you wave your flag, be
I'm a rich I with thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my richness in here to your heart
She so of the curb get on her nerves A thrift store for And I'm hoping miss knows her worth my loafer she deserve of that's and mores Williamsburg with the riff raff of Bills fall behind For the and the fashion forward OK, OK smile for the Havana tryna find a couple Soho's Approximately, my street, watch me The cops do, but don't I'm dark skin Dior, Margiela, Givenchy Cool people in is how I see it Greene Street, I'm playing some Nasir If I ruled the build a ghetto with non fear And Complex will cover Obama and And the only beef Is to rely on me
I'm a rich I hang with thirty thousandaires, one aha I'm a hipster, my richness lives in here to your heart
I'm a rich I hang thirty thousandaires, I do, uh huh I'm a hipster, my richness lives in here Point to heart