the gambino next door - ON TOP [FULL EXTENDED AMV]

I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE ORIGINAL MUSIC VIDEOS, LINKS ARE IN DESCRIPTION I simply loved the idea of a full version music video for this song. I extended the ending of the song, and the videos were merely mixed together by me, the rights for both songs and videos belong to: Inst: The Girl Next Door, WMD - ON TOP Vocals: Childish Gambino - Sweatpants sunset boy: 1171dominoV2: Original Mixer: Anime: Neon Genesis Evangelion props to grace for the title ~~Lyrics~~ Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok 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 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 You faker than some Sweet’N Low Yeah, you got some silverware But really, are you eating though? 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 Your girl, she jockin’ these 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, I ain’t checkin’ I.D. (Nah), but I bounce ’em with no problem Tell ’em, Problem I’m winnin’, yeah, yeah, I’m winnin’ I’m winnin’, yeah, yeah, I’m winnin’ I’m winnin’, yeah, yeah, I’m winnin’ Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain 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? 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) 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 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?