Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the Rap must be cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a to me Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look Metropolis I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I I'm an optimist Born in Toronto but I feel like Atlanta adopted us What the fuck is you 'bout? Saw this comin' like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we at the mansion when we in Miami The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a I've been so quiet, I got the world "What the fuck is he planning?" Just sure that you got a back up plan that shit might come in handy Started a label, the is comin' September, just wait on it This I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on it
Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look on it" I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, ask for my take on it Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano Fuck all your feelin's cause is business, its strictly financial I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Word in New York is the and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi" I'm all on the low, a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi I'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can me
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2: Quavo] Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'Luminati I know that you like it, Versace, my and my wrist is so sloppy Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my My plug, he John Gotti, he me the dozen, I know that they're mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my She ask me why my drawers silk, I told bitch "Versace" Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ever been in the jungle Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't
Quavo]
[Verse 3: You can do Truey, I do it You the Honda, I copped the Mazi You smoke the mid, I smoke I set the trend, you copy Cookin' dope like I work at Hibachi Look at the watch, it, hot like some Taki in my room, my sheet Versace Go to sleep, I Versace
Medusa, Medusa, You niggas they they knew yah They coppin' the Truey, remixing the My blunts is fat as Feet and same shirt like I'm the Tiger I'm beating the pot, me Michael Lot of you niggas copy Look at my Versace, Versace
Quavo]
[Verse 4: King of Versace, my wifey My car is Versace, I got on my Mazi I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even You'd think I'm Egyptian, this on my body my mission, two bitches, they kissin' My diamonds is pissing, my swag is Young Offset no preacher but you niggas blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons
Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them in my pocket You know I'm living I'm up in gold, but no Pharaoh Rockin' handcuffs, that's Bricks by the boat, I think I'm the don, but no This the life I chose, Bought out the store, can't go back no Versace my while I'm selling them bows Versace over it took out my soul
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