Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'Luminati This is a gated community, get the fuck off the property Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and no one on top of me Niggas be a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard look like Metropolis I I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta us What the fuck is you talkin' Saw this comin' like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the when we in Miami The Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy I've been so quiet, I got the like "What the fuck is he planning?" Just make sure that you got a back up Cause that might come in handy Started a label, the album is September, just wait on it This year I'm eating your food and my table got so plates on it
Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back "damn I look great on it" I do not with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the This for my niggas that call up Fernando to a piano Fuck all your feelin's business is business, its strictly financial I'm the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Word in New York is the Dyckman and girls are callin' me "Papi" I'm all on the low, take a famous out with me, no paparazzi I'm trying give Halle Berry a and no one can stop me
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2: Quavo] Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'Luminati I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so Versace, Versace, I it, Versace the top of my Audi My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I that they're mighty
Shoes and Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets She ask me why my drawers silk, I that bitch "Versace" Cheetah on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga fumble
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[Verse 3: You can do Truey, I do it You copped the Honda, I the Mazi You smoke the mid, I exotic I set the trend, you niggas Cookin' this dope I work at Hibachi Look at the watch, blow it, hot like Taki Come in my room, my sheet Go to sleep, I Versace
Medusa, Medusa, You niggas they wishin' they yah They coppin' the Truey, remixing the My blunts is fat as Feet and same shirt I'm Tony the Tiger I'm the pot, call me Michael Lot of you that copy Look at my closet Versace,
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[Verse 4: King of Versace, my wifey My car is Versace, I got stripes on my I'm dressin' so they can't even copy You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my Money my mission, two bitches, they My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite Young Offset no but you niggas listen 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 I'm the don, but no Rocco This the life I chose, Bought out the store, go back no more Versace my clothes I'm selling them bows take over it took out my soul
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