Hey! Williamsburg Brooklyn, up I see you, red Uh huh jeans and it's beanie season Coffee cups, up Let's change the people, hands in the air Leggo, that's what say in Paris
Spend a lot of money at the tattoo shop on Spend a lot of on indie concert tickets And I might fly to Amsterdam To hang with a of mine Ray-ban shades the party I had at my spot night At 4:30 make it to Grace Jones day I so fly Oho, a coffee run I'm so Starbucks please I'm so Tryina the world, aye
I'm a hipster I hang with thousandaires, yeah A really, really hipster The lives in here Point to heart
(Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse) you go on? (Uniform, yet not the norm) (Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse, uniform) You nice (Yet not the norm)
We all try to be different but all alike art and love we all bleed red tonight When I hit the club, to show me love No matter who you are, y'all can get Meet a new stranger, make a new Never know a friend to the end American to London and back Wave your love when you your flag That's right, I said wave your you wave your flag, be rich
I'm a rich I with thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my richness in here to your heart
She so ahead of the get on her nerves A store for furs And I'm hoping miss knows her worth my she deserve of this that's and mores Williamsburg with the riff of course Bills gonna behind For the ills and the forward OK, OK smile for the Cafe Havana find a couple Soho's Approximately, my street, just me The cops do, but cabs I'm dark skin Dior, Margiela, Givenchy Cool in costumes is how I see it Greene Street, I'm just some Nasir If I ruled the world build a ghetto non fear And Complex will Obama and Romney And the only lucrative Is to fucking on me
I'm a rich I hang thirty thousandaires, come one aha I'm a rich hipster, my richness in here Point to heart
I'm a rich I hang with thousandaires, I do, uh huh I'm a rich hipster, my richness in here Point to heart