Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me I'm 'Luminati This is a gated community, get the fuck off the property Rap must be cause 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, pool in the backyard that look Metropolis I I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel Atlanta adopted us What the is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' like I had
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in The pillows' Versace, the are Versace, I just won a Grammy I've so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?" Just sure that you got a back up plan Cause that shit come in handy Started a label, the is comin' September, just wait on it This 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 great on it" I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my on it Speakin' in lingo, man for my nigga that trap out the bando This for my niggas call up Fernando to move a piano Fuck all your feelin's business is business, its strictly financial I'm the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Word in New is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi" I'm all on the low, a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi I'm trying Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me
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[Verse 2: Versace, Versace, Medusa on me like I'm 'Luminati I know you like 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 dozen, I know they're mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, your want in on my pockets She ask me why my drawers silk, I told 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
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[Verse 3: You can do Truey, I do it You copped the Honda, I the Mazi You the mid, I smoke exotic I set the trend, you niggas Cookin' dope like I work at Hibachi Look at the watch, it, hot like some Taki Come in my room, my sheet Go to sleep, I Versace
Medusa, Medusa, You niggas they they knew yah They the Truey, remixing the Louie My blunts is fat as Feet and same shirt like I'm Tony the I'm beating the pot, call me Lot of you that copy Look at my closet Versace,
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4: Offset] King of Versace, Medusa my My car is Versace, I got on my Mazi I'm dressin' so they can't even copy think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body Money my mission, two bitches, they My diamonds is pissing, my is exquisite Young Offset no preacher but you listen Them blue and white diamonds, look like the Pistons
Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my You know I'm living I'm up in gold, but no Pharaoh Rockin' handcuffs, Ferragamo by the boat, overload I I'm the don, but no Rocco the life that I chose, Bought out the store, go back no more Versace my clothes while I'm selling bows Versace take over it out my soul
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