[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Most n***as think I'm redundant
'Cause I like to take my shopping sprees out in London
I go to the can, I go shop 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 dunks
My girl rock Louis Vuitton pumps, you ask how much it cost
My n***a, 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
N***as 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 n***a, get fresh

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm color-coordinated
Get fresh
They're not color-coordinated
They need to get fresh
We is color-coordinated
It's fresh
(Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 2: Burtono]
Yeah, all white polo, self-titled jeans
Philiano Burtono, dog, own everything
Your boy Philiano is OTC
And at it's worst, I shop out this country
Your boy Philiano 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 is color-coordinated
It's fresh
(Ooh, 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
N***a, check my wallet and see how much I'm holding
A new Bathing Ape t-shirt I'm unfolding
Cuffed pants, blockhead main 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, Banana Republic
You rockin' Akadema jeans, I'm rockin' Rock & Republic (Yup)
Paper with O's on the check
T-shirts 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, yes
I'm not even gonna tell you the rest, my n***a, get-- fresh
(Ooh, yeah)