Childish Gambino - IV. Sweatpants Lyrics

(Okay)
Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked (yeah)
Half-thai thickie, all she wanna do is bang cock
Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain
Still spitting that cash flow, DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts, pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? 'Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low (why)
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though? (Yeah)
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you ain't even know
Never catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo' girl, she jocking me
No hands like soccer teams and y'all f*ck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't copping these, niggas ain't looking like me
Nah, I ain't checking I.D. But I bounce 'em with no problem
Tell 'em, Problem (problem)

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (why)
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (why)
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (why)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, f*ck it, what you gon' do? 9why)

Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I'm born rich, life ain't fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain't nobody sicker in my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho
Ain't nobody
Fiskers don't make noise when they start up just so you know

Top of the holy totem, ri-rich forever, a million was not the quota
My father owned half of MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods and I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that A-K-A
White hood, white hood, Oh 'kay, 'kay, 'kay,
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
So Maserati, you whippin' a Kia
Spending this money, it's longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn't wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
Eh-eh, eh-eh, onomatopoeia, ohh, I got my cool on (tell 'em, mane)
I'm winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a f*ck about my family name

(Why)
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, f*ck it, what you gon' do? (Why)