[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: Childish Gambino & Problem + 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 daywear, and your girl drank my daycare

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 glasshouse in the Palisades, that A-K-A

White hood, white hood, O-K-K-K

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

And I don't give a fuck about my family name

[Chorus: Childish Gambino & Problem & 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?!)