Versace, Versace my shirt and my pants with some $#&@ing air Jordan's.
You not rocking no sace, not guac in your pocket, you cannot afford it.
Versace, Versace my verses cause the %#@! is top of the line

I'm riding these beats, like dc sneaks
I'm on top of my grind


Versace, Versace my possi, my office, my closet,
my wallet, y'all stalling,
I'm balling,

I'm flawless,
I'm running my city,
I think I'm exhausted


Rapping for fun, wtf is you on.
Til they cut the check,

Im not dropping no songs.
Tryna get to the doe, and you cuffing these hoes,
like you all on the road, like


This not no hobby, this is my profession.
These (*##$es don't learn, so I'll teach em a lesson.

I could do punch line raps on every single track,
but sorry I'm too busy confessing.
How the devils getting busy, it's cold my city,

and of the things I been blessed with.
These (*##$es don't get it,
I'm making a difference.

It's more than just rapping,
I'm sending a message.


Spend so much money, my pockets are dizzy.
My (*##$es be bad, like they signing with Diddy.
Foot on the throttle, gimme more models,

Henny my bottles,
I don't want my kidneys.


Hoe I'm getting throwed like I'm playing with frisbies.
They think that you hot, well I think that you iffy.
I'm at the top of the top, of the top, of the top,

and my ^!$$%s on top if they with me.

Better than me, man these (*##$es is dum.

Fresher than me, man these (*##$es is bums
Wait lemme get some.


Hoe, I am better than best.
These (*##$es get passed like I'm taking a test.
You don't got no juice, you didn't have no hoes,

til I let mine go, and they settled for less.

Avery's the name (*##$ and who are you.

Until I came in, they didn't have a clue.
Girls didn't dress like this,
they didn't hit no chicks, until I said it,

was cool to do

I rock Louis, and no I dont own no F.O. sace.

How tf you talk designer when your dress code sloppy.
Boy, Im the $#&@ing hottest probably why these hoes sweating me.
They all over my arms like accessories.


And umm, y'all ^!$$%s sweet like watermelon punch.
Squad boutta blow, shot gun and a pump.

Kidnap rap put the body in the trunk.
Duck taped mouth, don't say %#@!, get stumped.


Ugh, this Louis, this Louis, this Louis, this Louis.
Got your (*##$ blowing bubbles, and blowing my dick while were in the jacuzzi.
Now don't drown baby, cause I can't captain save a hoe.

But I can game a hoe and then bang a hoe.
Switch up on a (*##$ like changing clothes.


Im old school, I rock dookey ropes,
Shell toes with the fat lace.
And if you're not my type hoe, you're a typo, hit the backspace.

Why this ^!$$%s made cause I get more but than an ashtray.
Park that %#@! like valet.
Dance on dick like ballet.
Eat that %#@! like entree.
Bow down (*##$, Beyonce.

Chain 3K like Andre. That (*##$ foolish, Ashante.