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[Intro:]
[Drake:]
Yeah, shoutout Migos.
Shoutout Zaytoven one time, yeah.
[Quavo:]
Oh shit man, who that is?
That's Migos & Drake at the Versace store!

[Syko Solja:]
Versace, Versace, a little Armani & maybe Cavalli
This watch is so timeless it been stuck on 5 ever since I went got it
I walk through the door, they all on my clothes
I know that they watching me
Your daughter a ho, I call her a nose, cause she acting snottily
But she is a hottie, I'm digging her body so I give her compliments
Ominous cockiness I'm a just cop the bitch rocking designer shit
She no that she sexy so shawty be flexing with all of that confidence
And she ain't that tall, but she handle balls, I call her Nate Robinson
Pause, your bitch is a dog, she digging me hard
Boy, I'd give her my all, to get in them walls
Lord, she feeling me bro, I spit that game & she give me that dome
Hop off the plane, she meet me at the yo &
start using her throat while this music gets wrote
Woah, I thought you would know, that's just how it go
Oh, I guess that you don't, well back to the flow
My weed loud & my gun cocked, you left your shit at home
Start shit with me & I'll let it ring like a ex been callin my phone
Your next bitch all in my draws, she yell at me that she wan' date
I said fuck that, I'm just tryna fuck so tell me how my balls taste
Aw great, now you mad, I don't care what your thoughts be
Cause I'll load the clip, give you all these, & I ain't talkin bout no R8
Bitch I'm all-state like allstate, toting them arms to leave y'all stank
Cause I cause pain with them toys mane
holding my own like I'm George Strait
Smoking a bong of that strong dank, I get high, bumping Pastor Troy
Then I hit the mall & just buy it all
that's a Thrift Shop, no Macklemore, bitch!

[Drake:]
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 changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me
Drowning 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 talkin' '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 planning?"
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 eating 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' the 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

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

[Meek Mill:]
Versace, Versace, it's killers, real niggas that's all in my posse
I'm getting so rich that they making up rumors that I'm 'Luminati
Just me and my niggas, we killin' these bitches, go body for body
These suckers be hating, they praying to God that I don't cop a Bugatti
Hold up, drop the top on the Rari,
pull in the club and I'm stopping the party
Hold up, got bitches on bitches, they poppin' on molly's
I'm prolly at Follies with PeeWee and Tip
Quez & with Lou, I did everything that I said I would do
I really won't tell you I'm better than you,
But we are not on the same level as you
Cause the G55 got a hell of a view,
Regular niggas make regular moves
With ya regular bitch and ya regular crew,
And you nigga still smokin on regular too
Like word?! What a shame, my nigga
Louboutin blood like Game, my nigga
Get left tryna aim, my nigga
Like Saddam Hussein, my nigga
I'm whippin' this brand new machine, 100 bands in my jeans
Call yo bitch Barry Sanders, She done ran through the team
I got hoes out the D, & they playing on the team
Do anything for me, I mix that zan with the lean
Hold up, let me get it back
Versace, Versace, I'm gettin' this money, I'm stackin' my broccoli
I'm running my city,
You might gotta pay me you land on my property
I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the ave shit,
my life's like monopoly
You caught a new case and you got outta jail,
Boy, you look like a cop to me
OH! Get out of jail free card?

[Tyga:]
Versace, Versace, I brought that shit back, all these niggas they copy
Medusa head on me I'm at the hotel, Versace Palazzo
I rented the yacht for a week, but I bought the convertible Lambo
Six mill for the mansion, I see haters coming I need some more ammo
These niggas gay that's Elmo, So much green I turned camo
Some hoover niggas on flannels, Light light you up no candle
Grip on that handle Yosemite Samuel, that bitch bang like a banjo
Told my arms dealer no need for a box, I don't read the instructions
I throw out the manual
Versace, Versace, my brother King Trell he in a Ferrari
I don't look the same, I can't rap the same, I make too much money
Paul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he should've went to the Clippers
I got some crazy ideas for Versace, give Donatella my number
Versace, Picasso, Basquiat, I'm cocky
23, 15 mill I'm just getting started
Pop water my water, I walk around on my wallet
I don't fuck with Saddam but, that's gold all in my toilet
Statues of Horus, and the bitch is polished
I don't got to, rap about, coke for you to enjoy it
I'm bout' to join the money team, just hollered at Floyd about it
Versace, Versace, I'm taking my money, to the Cayman islands

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

[Angel Haze:]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
Hit up the website that's versus Versace
Then click on the homepage and sit there and watch me
God, I got so much swag, boy
Now I don't even get mad when they jock me
Now that they watching my fashion,
I switch up the style just to watch bitches copy
Album is done, and they working on floppies
Soon as you finish they sell it at swap meets
Good with my genius, that's pencil or ink pen,
If it's led then lead, nigga know one can stop me
Tree stomping on bitches, I'm chopping them up
Killin em all, I'm rain dancing in blood
Really that mean I think talking is cheap
And honesty, bitches been talking too much
I ain't talking enough, bet that silence is loud
I know that I got it and none of that shit is worth rhyming about
Anyway, fresh off the runway, said fresh off the runway
I get it like Mumford was docking
Fresh out the canvas, call that photoshopping
And I never paid a red cent out my pocket

[Shawnna:]
I'm all on my money these niggas they love me I'm focused on Millions
Why you keep swinging that weave & you know that that shit ain't Brazilian
Me and my bitches we working I think we might start a Monopoly
I'm backing this shit and I'm taking your spot you can call it a robbery
I got that connect and I get that respect cause I'm fucking with Migos 'nem
We getting that check and then running
the family like Michael and Tito 'nem
They say I'm the shit, but most of you bitches is already knowing this
Don't fuck with me ho, I will come ton your city and tear down a show in it
Boy, Versace Versace, She giving that sloppy up just to go shopping
These bitches be watching to see what I do so they can go copy
Pardon me mami, my niggas be leaning & popping that Mollie
Got two bitches with me,
that's one from Belize and that other Somali
This for my bitches that shop every day and be keeping that sack on them
This for my shorties that stay on the block and
been keeping that pack on them
You niggas be stunting when know when you're
broke & ain't on that Versace shit
Fuck outta here, you bitches ain't nothing, you get that Karate Kick
My Migo illegal he speaking that lingo like como estas?
And I'm in slow motion, I can't even focus, I'm blowing that Gan'
They say oh my God, this bitch is still going she won't even stop
Keeping them choppas got two in the crib and got one in the car
Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace
It's all on my fingers, it's all on my shades and it's all on my body
It's all in my marble, it's all on my tables, we keeping that work on it
And niggas gon' watch what they say
On this beat now cause I put a verse on it

[Papoose:]
Versace, Versace, You fake and you phony, you corny man honestly
The first one to wear it was Biggie
You ain't from the borough, this mockery
Run up on you niggas with truggers and killers like this is a robbery
5th on the side of me, biting's forbidden
You trippin and we want a written apology
Gianni Versace was murdered in front of his house in Miami
Allegedly Andrew Cunanan murdered him in front of his property
You rappers be talkin bout Illuminati, don't know the philosophy
The gods predicted this back in the day, see we had the prophecy
Bringin that rappin to people who really controlling
They stay in a whole 'nother colony
Got rid of money, it's funny that every transaction
That happen is done electronically
They throw us in jail, won't give us a bail, say we the minority
But we take up most of the population, I feel we the majority
See you would acknowledge Versace
but you won't acknowledge the poverty
Simple and plain, these niggas is lame
They trickin yo brain, it's all tricknology
These labels is giving you 360 deals cause you the commodity
Rich getting richer, the poor getting poorer
And that's just the fuckin way of the economy
Nice hitting me, never, you got a way better chance hittin the lottery
Grew up with gorillas, you grew up on Twitter, don't care if you follow me
Bustin you open,
I'm toting and hoping that none of your blood don't drip on my wallabies
Waving a tech, I'm taking respect, like Raekwon the Chef
I speak criminology
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Speakin the talk, I'm the king of New York, you a cheap carbon copy
2014 the queen returns, you bitches is botties
I'm gonna give Remy Martin a baby and no one can stop me!
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AddedApril 28th, 2014
Last updatedMarch 5th, 2022
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