Luyện nghe bài hát Versace

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati
is a gated community, please 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 wanting a for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look Metropolis
I think I'm a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist
Born in but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin'
Saw shit comin' like I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the when we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a
I've been so quiet, I got the like "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 year I'm eating food 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 your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga trap out the bando
This for my niggas call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all feelin's cause business 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,
in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out me, no paparazzi
I'm trying Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace

2: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me 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 Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, your want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told bitch "Versace"
Cheetah on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, don't fumble

[Hook:

3: Takeoff]
You can do Truey, I do it
You the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you niggas
this dope like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot some Taki
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I Versace

Medusa, Medusa,
You niggas they wishin' they yah
They the Truey, remixing the Louie
My blunts is fat as
Feet and same like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm the pot, call me Michael
Lot of you niggas copy
Look at my Versace, Versace

Quavo]

[Verse 4:
of Versace, Medusa my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so nicely they even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my
my mission, two bitches, they kissin'
My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite
Young Offset no but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, look like the Pistons

Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them in my pocket
You that 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,
out the store, can't go back no more
Versace my clothes while I'm selling them
Versace take over it took out my

Quavo]