Hey! Williamsburg Brooklyn, up I see you, red Uh huh skinny jeans and it's beanie cups, bottom's up Let's the world people, hands in the air Leggo, what they say in Paris
Spend a lot of money at the tattoo shop on Spend a lot of dividends on concert tickets And I might just fly to To hang with a of mine Ray-ban hide the party I had at my spot last At 4:30 it to Grace Jones day I feel so fly Oho, a run I'm so tired please I'm so wired Tryina the world, aye
I'm a rich I hang with thirty thousandaires, A really, really hipster The lives 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 all alike Sharing art and love we all red tonight I hit the club, promise to show me love No matter who you are, can get along a new stranger, make a new friend Never know maybe a to the end American to London and again Wave your love you wave your flag That's right, I said wave your When you your flag, be rich
I'm a rich I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my lives in here Point to your
She so of the curb get on her nerves A thrift for furs And I'm that miss knows her worth my loafer she of this that's and mores with the riff raff of course Bills fall behind For the ills and the fashion OK, OK for the photo Cafe Havana tryna a couple Soho's Approximately, my street, just me The cops do, but cabs don't I'm skin Chris Dior, Margiela, Cool in costumes is how I see it Greene Street, I'm just playing some If I ruled the world build a with non fear And Complex will cover and Romney And the lucrative beef Is to fucking on me
I'm a rich I hang with thousandaires, come one aha I'm a hipster, my richness lives in here Point to heart
I'm a hipster I hang with thousandaires, I do, uh huh I'm a rich hipster, my richness in here Point to your