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[Verse]
Thrift shop threads, step up in the spot,
Everybody lookin', prim and proper, drop jaws a lot,
Strut like royalty, ain't got chains or bric-a-brac,
From racks of rags, to club's fierce cardiac.
[Verse 2]
Diamond in disguise, they seein' luxury,
Labels thinkin' Prada, ain't no one touch me,
But I'm rockin' old lace, silk from a past scene,
Vintage in the venue, I'm the midnight queen.
[Chorus]
They think I'm first class, high society's jam,
Thrift game strong, yeah, I'm the top ma'am,
From flea market finds to the club's hot glow,
Walkin' like a baller, but they don’t even know.
[Verse 3]
Bargain buys, I'm a treasure hunter,
Gold in dusty corners, they ain't got nothing on her,
Flippin' nickels to nick-knacks, blasts from the past,
Tonight, I’m beacon bright, ain't nothin' half-mast.
[Verse 4]
Paparazzi flash, but they can't see through,
Thinkin' high fashion, but it’s somethin’ new,
Rags to runway, pearls from the night,
Clothes tell stories, in moon's soft light.
[Chorus]
They think I'm first class, high society's jam,
Thrift game strong, yeah, I'm the top ma'am,
From flea market finds to the club's hot glow,
Walkin' like a baller, but they don’t even know.