Sweatpants

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino & Problem] Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked (Yeah?) Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok (Yeah?) Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP Bino so insensitive, she askin' “Why you say that?!” I'm chillin' (Yeah), real nigga feelin' Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain (Ma!) 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 (What) 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 (Yeah?) Your girl, she jockin' these (Yeah?) No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates You niggas ain't coppin' these, niggas ain't lookin' like me (Nah) Nah, I ain't checkin' I.D. (Nah), but I bounce 'em with no problem Tell 'em, Problem (Problem!) [Bridge: Childish Gambino & Problem] I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?) I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?) I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?) Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain [Chorus: Problem] What? 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? (What?!) [Verse 2: Childish Gambino] 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, it's 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-ri-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, trippin' 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, O-KKK Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA Show Maserati, you whippin' a Kia Spendin' this money, it's longer than Nia Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia Wakin' up broke, man, wouldn't wanna be ya Friends with the dopeman, help a nigga re-up Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her “Err-eh-err-eh,” onomatopoeia Ohh, I got my cool on! (Tailor-made!) I'm winnin' so they had to dump the Gatorade (Gatorade) And I don't give a fuck about my family name [Chorus: Problem] What? 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? (What?!)