Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the $#&@ off the property
Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me

^!$$%s 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 $#&@ is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this %#@! comin' like I had binoculars
Boy, 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 $#&@ is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that %#@! 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 $#&@ with your new %#@!, my ^!$$%, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my ^!$$% that trap out the bando
This for my ^!$$%s that call up Fernando to move a piano

$#&@ all your feelin's cause business is business, its strictly financial
I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example
Versace,

Word in New York is 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


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Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati

I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, your (*##$ want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that (*##$ "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle

Try to take my sack, better run with it, ^!$$% don't fumble

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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 ^!$$%s 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

You ^!$$%s they wishin' they knew yah
They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louie
My blunts is fat as Rasputia

Feet and same shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, call me Michael
Lot of you ^!$$%s that copy

Look at my closet Versace, Versace

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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 (*##$es, they kissin'
My diamonds is pissing, my swag is exquisite

Young Offset no preacher but you ^!$$%s 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

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