Thrift Shop... ukulele chords.

Can this really be done on the ukulele? Yep.

Depends what you you prefer singing in to get the key right. The original is in G# so it'd be: 

G# (4342) F# (3121) E (4442) Eb (3331) 

There's no really simple way without bar chords, I think. So, just play the chords for each line, with maybe a syncopated beat. one TWO one TWO one TWO etc.

Here's a good version with just guitar. to give you a guide. He does it in Fm7:
Fm7 (1313) Eb (3331) Db (6544) C (5433) If you find Fm easier, use that: either 1013 or 5543.

This vintage version, I love too.

I play this with Cm6 (3333), Eb+ (4332) , Fm7 (1313), G7 (0212) or something like. Throw in a G+ (0312) too at the end of a line to give it a vintage ukulele feel.
Then, for the build-up version of the chorus: C7 (3433) slide that up 3 more then 2 more then 2 more again!
If you need some guidance on what the hell all the slang in this means, try this.

[Chorus use C7 build-up]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I- I- I'm huntin', looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome

[Play 1 chord each per line]
Now, walk into the club like, "What up, I got a big cock!"
Nah, I'm just pumped, I bought some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honky."
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piiisssssss)
[But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)]
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it man, I am stuntin' and flossin' and
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,
No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain’t got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings,
make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like
“Aw, he got the Velcros!”

Chorus x2

What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin' about wearin' aux fox skin?
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage
One man's trash, that's another man's come-up
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt
'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the bins (Uptons)
I'm that, I'm that sucker searchin' in that section (Uptons)
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I’ll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."
I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit)
I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit)
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dough
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Trying to get girls from a brand? Then you hella won't
Then you hella won't

Goodwill! Poppin’ tags! Yeah!

Chorus x2

I wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road

Chorus

Is that your grandma's coat?