IV. Sweatpants lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 the 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!)

[Bridge: Childish Gambino]

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (what?) [x3]

Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

[Hook: Problem]

Whaaat

Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you (x3)

Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do?

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]

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 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, ri-rich forever, a million was not the quota

My father owned half the 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! (tailormade)

I'm winning so they had to dump the Gatorade

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

[Hook]

• Artist:Childish Gambino
• Album:Because the Internet