Capo 3

Am  
I'm gonna pop some tags 
F 
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket 
C 
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up 
Em               G 
This is fucking awesome 

Verse 1:
 
Am                       F                                                 
Walk up to the club like, "What up, I got a big cock!" 
C                        G 
I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop 
Am 
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine, 
C 
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green 
Am 
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me 
C 
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets 
C 
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments 
Am 
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in 
C 
But me and grungy fuckin it man 
Am 
I am stuntin' and flossin' and 
C 
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch 
Am 
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style, 
C 
No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you) 
Am 
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello 
C 
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no 
Am 
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those 
C 
The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros" 

Am  
I'm gonna pop some tags 
C 
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket 
D 
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up 
E               G 
This is fucking awesome   
Am  
I'm gonna pop some tags 
C 
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket 
D 
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up 
E               G 
This is fucking awesome 


Verse 2:
 
Am 
What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin? 
C 
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin? 
Am 
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage 
C 
One man's trash, that's another man's come-up 
Am 
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt 
C 
'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt 
Am 
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons) 
C 
I'm not, I'm not sick of searchin' in that section (Uptons) 
Am 
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy 
C 
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker 
Am 
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker 
C 
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker 
Am 
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight." 
C 
I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt." 
Am 
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition 
C 
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit) 
Am 
I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit) 
C 
I call that getting tricked by a business 
Am 
That shirt's hella dough 
C 
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't 
Am 
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope 
C 
Trying to get girls from a brand? Man you hella won't 
Am 
Man you hella won't 



Am  
I'm gonna pop some tags 
C 
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket 
D 
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up 
E               G 
This is fucking awesome 

Bridge: 
 
Am 
(I wear your granddad's clothes 
C 
I look incredible 
D 
I'm in this big ass coat 
E                      G 
From that thrift shop down the road) (2x)

Am  
I'm gonna pop some tags 
C 
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket 
D 
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up 
E               G 
This is fucking awesome