Versace

[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 selling 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 talking 'bout? Saw this shit coming 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 coming 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
Speaking 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 calling me "Papi"
I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out, with no paparazzi
I'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

[Hook:]
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Versace, Versace
It's killers, real niggas that's all in my posse (shooters)
I'm getting so rich that they making up rumors that I'm 'luminati (rich)
Just me and my niggas we killin these bitches go body for body (murders)
These suckers be hating, they praying to got 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 these bitches on bitches they popping on molly's I'm prolly at Follies with PeeWee and Tip,
Of course I went Lu I did everything that I said I would do
I really won't tell you that 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 niggas still smoking 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-Hundred bands in my jeans
Call yo bitch Barry Sanders, she done ran through the team I got hoes out the D
They playin on the team, Do anything for me, I mix that xan with the lean! Hold Up
Lemme' get it back,
Versace Versace,
I'm getting 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 edge 'cause my life like monoply
You got a new ase and you got outta jail, Boy, you look like a cop to me
(Get outta' jail free card?)

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Auggh
Versace, Versace, I brought that shit back all these niggas they copy
Medusa head on my I'm at the hotel, Versace Pa-laz-a
I rented the yatch for a week, but bought the convertible 'Lambo
Six mill for the mansion I see haters coming I need some mo' ammo
These nigga's 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
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
Paul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he should of went to the Clippers
I got some crazy ideas for Versace, give Donatella 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!