Versace (G-Mix)

[Verse 1: 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 an 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' in 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 feelin's 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 with me, no paparazzi I'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me [Hook: Quavo] Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace [Verse 2: KidCali] Versace,Versace Medusa Head On Like Im 'Luminati Im gettin all of these fans now gettin props now im movin to fast Up to the top ,these girls that admire me and Felons who followed me Bout to kill in this bitch All of my money is short like a nominee but, you bet I get 1000's ,nigga yeah fuckin stylin and im Countin my money better know I got profit and I makin yo outfits Call it "Cali" who's on it Bout to make my Hood know it Im Cali Bitch Know it Versace drake's on it, Migos Amigos im Promo God Knows it Versace, Versace, Im in it im stallion my Counrty You niggas ain't nothing im reppin my county like Ace Hood's Boward County that shit you don't know and weed you don't blow Haa ima rich as fella nigga Im on top better know im that Killer blaah make these hoes my strippers Rich Gang money better know I im young money (racks) cuz we the best what we do, all of my niggas are cocky than you now doin that shit I said I would do cheecks what you doin my nigga,vibe way to vibin don't you kill it nigga Like stuzzy & drew all in my flight bout to get in it too Versace, I wear it do that "Cali" Ware it like young money brought it all in my chains is medusa on me rappin this bitch like its julissa on this (what,is it that free jail card) [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Its killers, real niggas that's all in my posse (shooters!) I'm getting so rich that they making up rumors that I'm illuminati (rich!) Just me and my niggas we killin' these bitches, go body for body (murders!) 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 Questing with Lou I did everything that I said I would do I really won't tell you that I'm better than you But we're 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 xan with the lean Hold up, let me get it back Versace, Versace I'm gettin' this money, I'm stackin' my broccoli (racks!) I'm running my city You might gotta pay me if you land on my property (tax!) 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 (Get out of jail free card?) [Verse 4: 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 Sam ya, 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 (WOO!) Versace, Versace, my brother king Trell he in a Ferrari I don't look the same, my camera the same, I made too much money (WOO!) Paul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he should of went to the Clippers I got some crazy ideas for Versace, get them and tell'em my number Versace, auggh 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 Anubis is polished I don't got to, rap about, coke for you to enjoy it I'm bout' to join the money team, just holla' to Floyd about it Versace, Versace, I'm taking my money to the Cayman islands (WOO!) Versace Auggh!! [Verse 5: Quavo] 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 ever been in the jungle Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble [Verse 6: Takeoff] 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, blow it, hot like some Taki Come in my room, my sheet Versace Go to sleep, I dream Versace Medusa, Medusa, Medusa These niggas they wishin' they knew you They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louis My blunts is fat as Rasputia In a striped shirt like I’m Tony the Tiger I’m beating the pot, call me Michael Lot of you niggas that copy Look at my closet Versace, Versace [Verse 7: Offset] 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 pissing, 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 gripping them bands in my pocket You know that I’m living 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 selling them bows Versace take over it took out my soul