Hey! Williamsburg Brooklyn, up I see you, red Uh huh skinny jeans and beanie season cups, bottom's up Let's change the world people, 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 just fly to Amsterdam To hang with a friend of Ray-ban hide the party I had at my spot night At 4:30 make it to Grace Jones day I so fly Oho, a coffee run I'm so Starbucks I'm so wired change the world, aye
I'm a hipster I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah A really, really 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 look (Yet not the norm)
We all try to be but we're all alike Sharing art and we all bleed 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 maybe a friend to the end American to and back again your love when you wave your flag That's right, I said wave your you wave your flag, be rich
I'm a rich I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my lives in here Point to heart
She so ahead of the PETA get on her A store for furs And I'm that miss knows her worth my loafer she deserve of that's and mores Williamsburg with the raff of course Bills gonna behind For the ills and the forward OK, OK smile for the Cafe Havana find a couple Soho's Approximately, my street, just me The cops do, but don't I'm dark skin Chris Dior, Margiela, Cool people in 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 Obama and Romney And the lucrative beef Is to fucking on me
I'm a rich I hang with thirty thousandaires, one aha I'm a rich hipster, my richness in here Point to your
I'm a rich I with thirty thousandaires, I do, uh huh I'm a hipster, my richness lives in here Point to your