Tyler, The Creator — Get Fresh

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] Most niggas think I'm redundant 'Cause I like to take my shopping sprees out in London I go to the can, I go shine in Japan A diamond black card, I get as much I can, man My seven chains seem so real Imagination changed all the way that this feels 'Cause it's soft Ice creams and ducks My girl rock Louis Vuitton pumped you asked how much it cost My nigga I go hard I rock Goyard, Supreme, oh god Thought I had to wear black just to kick Bush Until a mechanic button pushed me just to kick push Niggas know I'm a teenage millionaire Got polos to match every color Care Bear I get fit with Ralph Lauren, white tees is boring That's why I rock the best, my nigga, get fresh [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] I'm color-coordinated Get fresh They're not color-coordinated They need to get fresh We just color-coordinated It's fresh (Oooh, yeah) [Verse 2: Burtono] Yeah, all white polo, self-titled jeans Filliano Burtono, dog, own everything Your boy Filliano is OTC And at it's worst, I shop out this country Your boy Filliano got his own clothing What's the name of it? It's named after me You ain't gotta stay tuned, this ain't a cartoon Somewhere far Mr. Burtono is coming soon Red, white, blue, that's so fresh Black on black, you look like a mess The sunny part about it, I'm so funny Yeah, I'm so fresh to death, I sweat money I love it, chillin' in the public Three hundred bucks for the Rockin' Republics I don't know, but I'm not the best I stay, I dress to impress, but just get fresh [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] I'm color-coordinated Get fresh They're not color-coordinated They need to get fresh We just color-coordinated It's fresh (Oooh, yeah) [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] I go to Beverly Hills for perfection Just so I can scope out the new Polo Hansen My own clothing gives me an erection I like to jack off to my own clothing Nigga, check my wallet and see how much I'm holding A new Bathing Ape t-shirt I'm unfolding Cuff hands, block sip and attraction With my jeans now I have a creative reaction All my jeans get ripped up from my crew Probably 'cause my new purple label look blue Orange, yellow, green, pink, I got fits My closet is thicker than silicone and Lil Kim tits And as you can tell I'm on a mission 'Cause I got more True Religion than a Christian I'm rockin' in public, but not in Republia You rockin' Akadema jeans, I'm rockin' Rockin' Republic (Yup) Paper with O's on the check T-shirt with V's on the neck My flow is sicker than AIDS patients havin' sex And you know what's next, I'm one of the best dressed I'm not even gonna tell you the rest, my nigga, get, fresh (Oooh, yeah)