Rich Hipster - Wale, Chrisette Michele

Hey!

We was born in Brooklyn, stand up

I see you, red lipstick

Aha skinny jeans and it’s beanie season

Coffee cups, bottom’s up

Let’s change the world people, hands in the air

Leggo — that’s what they say in Paris

Spend a lot of money at the tattoo shop on weekends

Spend a lot of dividends on indie concert tickets

And I might just fly to Amsterdam, to hang with a friend of mine

Ray-ban shades hide the party I had at my spot last night

At 4: 30 make it to Grace Jones day I feel so fly

Oho, the coffee run I’m so tired

Starbucks please I’m so by

Tryina change the world, aye

I’m a rich hipster, I hang with 30 000 heirs, yeah

A really, really rich hipster, the richness lives in here

Point to your heart

Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse, uniform

Yet not the norm

Homemade T-shirt, tattoos, Converse, uniform

Look nice, yet not the norm

We all try to be different but we’re all alike

Sharing art and love we all bleed red tonight

When I hit the club, promise to show me love

No matter who you are, y’all can get along

Meet a new stranger, make a new friend

Never know maybe a friend to the end

America, London and back again

Wave your love when you wave your flag

I said wave your love when you wave your flag

Be rich

I’m a rich hipster, I hang with 30 000 heirs, yeah

I’m a rich hipster, my richness lives in here

Point to your heart

I’m a rich hipster, I hang with 30 000 heirs, come on aha

I’m a rich hipster, my richness lives in here

Point to your heart

I’m a rich hipster, I hang with 30 000 heirs, I do, aha

I’m a rich hipster, my richness lives in here

Point to your heart