Migos - Versace Lyrics
[Verse 1: Drake]Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'LuminatiThis is a gated community, please get the ***** off the propertyRap must be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of meNiggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to meDrowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like MetropolisI think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimistBorn in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted usWhat the ***** is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' like I had binocularsBoy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in MiamiThe pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a GrammyI've been so quiet, I got the world like "What the ***** is he planning?"Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that shit might come in handyStarted a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on itThis year I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on itHundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look great on it"I do not ***** with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on itSpeakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bandoThis for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano***** all your feelin's cause business is business, it's strictly financialI'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by exampleVersace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, VersaceWord 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 paparazziI'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me[Hook: Quavo]Versace, Versace, Versace, VersaceVersace, Versace, Versace, VersaceVersace, Versace Versace, Versace VersaceVersace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace[Verse 2: Quavo]Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'LuminatiI know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppyVersace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my AudiMy plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mightyShoes and shirt Versace, your ***** want in on my pocketsShe ask me why my drawers silk, I told that ***** "Versace"Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungleTry to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble[Hook: Quavo][Verse 3: Takeoff]You can do Truey, I do it VersaceYou copped the Honda, I copped the MaziYou smoke the mid, I smoke exoticI set the trend, you niggas copyKick in the door like I work at HibachiLook at the watch, blow it, hot like some TakiCome in my room, my sheet VersaceGo to sleep, I dream VersaceMedusa, Medusa, MedusaYou niggas they wishin' they knew yahThey coppin' the Truey, remixing the LouieMy blunts is fat as RasputiaFeet and same shirt like I’m Tony the TigerI’m beating the pot, call me MichaelLot of you niggas that copyLook at my closet Versace, Versace[Hook: Quavo][Verse 4: Offset]King of Versace, Medusa my wifeyMy car is Versace, I got stripes on my MaziI'm dressin' so nicely they can't even copyYou'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my bodyMoney my mission, two *****es, they kissin'My diamonds is pissing, my swag is exquisiteYoung Offset no preacher but you niggas listenThem blue and white diamonds, they look like the PistonsCodeine sippin, Versace I’m gripping them bands in my pocketYou know that I’m livingI’m draped up in gold, but no PharaohRockin' handcuffs, that’s FerragamoBricks by the boat, overloadI think I’m the don, but no RoccoThis the life that I chose,Bought out the store, can’t go back no moreVersace my clothes while I’m selling them bows[Hook: Quavo]
