Versace Remix

[Intro:dREW] Versace Versace Versace Yo' man I ain't even gon' be humble about it Man i killed this I'm the rawest nigga alive, dog I'm the Black Tom Ford I'm the Black Saint Laurent I'm the Black Warhol I'm the Black on your wall [Verse 1: dREW] Versace, Versace I got a hot tottie that's all on my body If your girl ain't with you Then call up her phone, I'll answer it prolly I keep it 5 Hunna in these streets With these beats, nigga no one can stop me She lovin' my music, you know that she choosing me Nigga I'm cocky Put the deep Voice on like an A$AP song Niggas thought I was Rocky Book me for a show, I can turn funerals into a Project X Party Turn up, Turn Out I spaz in the booth Migos look what you've started I go retarded Get sloppy toppy in drive-thrus at Hardee's Its summertime and I'm still rockin' Cardis 2013, ya'll still poppin' Mollies? Lodi Di Dodi man we like to party Ask 'bout yo' nigga, they'll say that I'm gnarly Poppin' an Ollie On all of you haters Kick-flip the middle finger, I ain't even a skater Ballin' with that Cali Purple I ain't even a Laker Flawda Water on me homie I ain't even a Gator Ugh But back to that Versace Ah, geez All these women screaming for my sausage On knees So, without spending a pretty penny Take her to the local Denny's And wait for her to finish 'Bout to get a ticket in a minute 'Cuz the windows so tinted But they gotta be, you don't need to see what's up in it She gettin' low like Lil' John and them Eastside niggas Can't get spunk on the flo' 'cuz the Beamer's a rented I can't keep goin' Ball so hard that I hurt my groin I think I need a massage Hurry up with my damn croissants!