Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati This is a gated community, please get the off the property Rap must be changing I'm at the top and ain't 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 that look like Metropolis I I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist Born in Toronto but I feel like Atlanta adopted us What the fuck is you 'bout? Saw shit comin' like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in The pillows' Versace, the 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 shit might in handy Started a label, the is comin' September, just wait on it This year I'm eating your and my table got so many plates on it
Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit like "damn I look great 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 This for my niggas that 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 lead by
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Word in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are me "Papi" I'm all on the low, a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi I'm trying Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me
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[Verse 2: Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'Luminati I know you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy Versace, Versace, I love it, the top of my Audi My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I that they're mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, bitch want in on my pockets She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that "Versace" Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ever been in the jungle Try to take my sack, better run with it, don't 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 at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki Come in my room, my Versace Go to sleep, I dream
Medusa, Medusa, You niggas they they knew yah They coppin' the Truey, remixing the My is fat as Rasputia and same shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger I'm beating the pot, me Michael Lot of you niggas that at my closet Versace, Versace
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[Verse 4: of Versace, Medusa my wifey My car is Versace, I got stripes on my I'm dressin' so they can't even copy You'd I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body Money my mission, two bitches, kissin' My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite Young no preacher but you niggas listen Them blue and white diamonds, they look the Pistons
Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them in my pocket You know that I'm I'm draped up in gold, but no Rockin' handcuffs, that's by the boat, overload I think I'm the don, but no This the life I chose, Bought out the store, can't go no more Versace my while I'm selling them bows take over it took out my soul
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