Thrift Shop chords by Ryan Lewis, Macklemore and Wanz
Verse 1
Em
Hey, Macklemore, can we go
thrift shopping?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what? (Da)
A
What-what, what, what? what? what? (Da-dum,
ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
What-what, what, what? (Da-dum,
ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
Em
A
What-what, what, what? (Da-dum, ba-dum,
ba-da-do-da)
What-what, what, what? (Da-dum, ba-dum,
ba-da-do-da)
Em
(Da-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
(Da-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
A
(Da-dum, ba-dum,
Em
ba-da-do-da)
(Da-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
Verse 2
G
I'm gonna pop some tags Only got
twenty dollars in my pocket
A
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin',
lookin' for a come up
G
Em
This is fucking awesome (now)
A
Walk up to the club like, "What up, I got a big cock"
Verse 3
Bm
Nah, I'm just pumped,
A
Em
I bought some shit from a thrift shop
A
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
G
The people like, "Damn,
Em
that's a cold-ass honkey"
A
Rollin' in hella deep,
headed to the mezzanine
G
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes,
those are green
Draped in a leopard mink,
girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this,
Em
G
smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents
Em
cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go
and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone
else has been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man,
A
Em
I am stuntin' and flossin'
And savin' my money and I'm hella
happy that's a bargain, bitch
Bm
I'ma take your grandpa's style,
G
Em
I'ma take your grandpa's style
G
A
No, for real, ask your grandpa, can I have
G
his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Em
Velour jumpsuit and some house
A
slippers
Dookie-brown leather jacket
that I found diggin'
Em
They had a broken keyboard,
I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket,
A
Em
then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing
on my fringe game, hell no
A
Em
I could take some Pro Wings,
make 'em cool, sell those
The sneaker heads'll be like "Ah,
he got the Velcros"
Verse 4
G
I'm gonna pop some tags Only got
twenty dollars in my pocket
A
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin',
lookin' for a come up
Bm
D
This is fucking awesome
A
Em
I'm gonna pop some tags
A
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
Em
A
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin',
Em
lookin' for a come up
G
Em
This is fucking awesome
Verse 5
Em
G
What you know about rockin'
A
a wolf on your noggin?
G
What you knowin' about wearin'
a fur fox skin?
I'm diggin', I'm diggin',
I'm searchin' right through that luggage
One man's trash,
A
that's another man's come up
Em
A
Thank your grandad for donatin'
Em
that plaid button-
Up shirt 'cause right now, I'm
up in here stuntin'
G
I'm at the Goodwill,
D
Em
you can find me in the bins
A
I'm not, I'm not stuck on searchin' in
G
that section (men's)
Em
Your grammy, your auntie, your mama,
A
your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies second hand and rock that,
motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the
G
socks on that motherfucker
A
I hit the party and they stop
in that motherfucker
Em
D
They be like, "Oh,
Em
that Gucci? That's hella tight"
I'm like, "Yo,
A
that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Em
A
Limited Limited edition,
let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's that's
G
Bm
just some ignorant bitch shit
G
I call that getting swindled
and pimped shit
Em
I call that getting tricked
by a business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other
A
Em
people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look
through my telescope
Bm
Tryna get girls from a brand? Man,
Em
you hella won't
G
Man, you hella won't
A
Goodwill
Bm
D
Poppin' tags, yeah
Verse 6
A
G
Em
I'm gonna pop some tags
A
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin',
lookin' for a come up
Em
G
Em
This is fucking awesome
Verse 7
G
I'll wear your grandad's clothes
I look incredible
A
I'm in this big-ass coat
coat
G
A
Em
From that thrift shop down the road
I'll wear your grandad's
G
clothes (damn right)
A
I look incredible (now come on, man)
I'm in this big-ass coat (big-ass coat)
G
A
From that thrift shop down the road
(let's go, come on)
G
Em
I'm gonna pop some tags Only got
Verse 8
A
twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin',
lookin' for a come up
G
A
This is fucking awesome
Verse 9
Hahaha Is that your
grandma's coat?
Thrift Shop
Ryan Lewis, Macklemore and Wanz
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