Luyện nghe bài hát Versace Remix

[Hook:
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace
Versace

[Verse 1:
Nigga worth 25 million and these on my happy just call me Chachi
I had the bitches since I was in eighth grade Gebroze Herachis
Cause now I got bitches Compton to London wake up in my Bugatti in Abudabe
Now it's Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency
These bitches I came with is booshy and all of my niggas is
So I fuck Drake in LA cause a nigga can't get in Toronto
leather so much that my closet look like there's a zoo in my condo
Versace Versace Versace is all on my Chain
Medusa is all on my neck and I'm rocking snakes on a plane
Walking in Louie and Gucci and spending so much that I'm insane
My be spending like nananana and I never fuck with Molly's again
I'm up, tires balled like a motherfucker burnt up
On the day boy ride through the hood with my
Kev Hart a nigga set fire on you bitches
[Kevin Hart] (Ay Game get fire on these one time)
L.A.B-ass nigga, local ass
I'm balling in Europe, car go
girl go ..
I throw up the deuces and pull out my and
Put on my
MCM MCM MCM that shit don't
These niggas be whack as a bitch but they get with it all of the time
Far is Versace I am the
I wanna Biggie to cup all of my jeans
You can ask we balling with egos
you in Versace with all of my people

[Verse 2:
Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'luminati
is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be changing I'm at the top and ain't 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, in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I I'm a optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion we in Miami
The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I won a Grammy
I've so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause shit might come 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, don't ask for my on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a
Fuck all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly
I'm always the one to get it, man that's how you lead by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace,
Word to New York the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi
I'm tryna Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

[Hook:
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace, Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace

3: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, head on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the ducks, I know that they're
Shoes and shirt Versace, bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I that bitch "Versace"
print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't

Quavo]

[Verse 4:
You can do Truey, I do it
You the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I exotic
I set the trend, you copy
Cookin' this dope like I at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some
Come in my room, my Versace
Go to sleep, I dream
Medusa, Medusa,
These niggas they wishin' knew you
They coppin' the Truey, remixing the
My blunts is fat as
In a striped shirt like I'm the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, me Michael
Lot of you niggas that
Look at my Versace, Versace

[Hook:

5: Offset]
King of Versace, my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my
I'm dressin' so nicely can't even copy
You'd think I'm Egyptian, this on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, kissin'
My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite
Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they 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
by the boat, overload
I I'm the don, but no Rocco
This the life I chose
Bought out the store, go back no more
Versace my while I'm selling them bows
Versace take it took out my soul

Quavo]