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Yeah
Oh shit man what that is
Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time
Them Migos is drinking at the Versace store
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I’m ‘luminati
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be changin’ ‘cause I’m at the top and ain’t no one on top of me
Niggas be wantin’ a verse for a verse, but man, that’s not a swap to me
Drownin’ in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I’m sellin’ a million first week, man, I guess I’m a optimist
Born in Toronto, but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talking ‘bout? Saw this shit comin’ like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in Miami
The pillows Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I’ve been so quiet, I got the world like, “What the fuck is he plannin’?”
Just make sure that you got a back up plan ‘cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin’ September, just wait on it
This year I’m eatin’ your food and my table got so many plates on it
Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back, like, “Damn, I look great on it”
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don’t ask for my take on it
Speakin’ that lingo, man, this for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelings, ‘cause business is business, it’s strictly financial
I’m always the first one to get it, man, that’s how you lead by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York ‘cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin’ me “Papi”
I’m all on the low, take a famous girl out where there’s no paparazzi
I’m tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
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Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I’m ‘Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug is John Gotti, he give me the ducks, I know that they’re mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch “Versace”
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain’t never been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga, don’t fumble
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
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You can do Truey, I do it Versace, you copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic, I set the trend, you niggas copy
Cookin’ this dope like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, it blow hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet Versace, when I go to sleep, I dream Versace
Medusa, Medusa, Medusa, these niggas, they wishin’ they knew you
They coppin’ the Truey, remixin’ the Louis, my blunts is fat as Rasputia
In a striped shirt like I’m Tony the Tiger, I’m beatin’ the pot; call me Michael
Lot of you niggas that copy, look at my closet, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
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King of Versace, Medusa my wifey, my car is Versace, I got stripes on my Mazi
I’m dressin’ so nicely they can’t even copy
You’d think I’m Egyptian, this gold on my body
Money my mission, two bitches, they kissin’
My diamonds is pissin’, my swag is exquisite
Young Offset no preacher but you niggas listen
Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons
Codeine sippin’, Versace, I’m grippin’ them bands in my pocket, you know that I’m livin’
I’m draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh, rockin’ handcuffs; that’s Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat, overload, I think I’m the Don, but no Rocco
This the life that I chose, bought out the store, can’t go back no more
Versace my clothes while I’m sellin’ them bows, Versace take over, it took out my soul
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
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Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

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