Iv. Sweatpants [explicit] Lyrics - Because The Internet [explicit] - Childish Gambino

Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked 

Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok 

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 that Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds 

I got more tail than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low 

Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though? 

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 these 

No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck 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 (whyyy) 

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 

Fuck it, what you gon' do? 

Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load 

Hashtag my day wear and your girl drank my day care. 

And I'm born rich, life ain't fair (silver spoon coon, ho) 

Ain't nobody sicker and my Fisker 

Vroom vroom ho 

Ain't nobody... 

Fiskers don't make noise when they start up, just so you know 

Top of the Hold 'em totem, 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 (okay-kay-kay) 

Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA 

So Maserati, you whipping 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 

"Err-err-err-err": onomatopoeia, oh, I got my cool on! (Tell 'em, mane) 

I'm winning so they had to dump the Gatorade 

And I don't give a fuck about my family name 

Whyyy 

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, fuck it (whyy) 

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