Versace Versace, I'm down in the lobby like Salvador Dali

Twisting my stache and I'm getting that cash

And I'm sipping on coffee

Why your girl text, saying I'm sexy

What's her name Holly

I am in love ho, so fuck no

You can not suck on my lolli

I am not writing frivolity, nigga I'm issuing policy

They only play this in Martian colonies for the recluses and oddities

Who can chew bullets like poppy seeds

Along with the league of the chalky knees

Our relationships are putting major chips

In the paper clips of prohibited economies

But to be honest my nigga, no I can't afford no Versace

I shiver on trollies and go home to table full of glossies

But when I put on these shade you can not take them of me

Like I took Biggie's eye exam

Like I'm eating 50 fried clam

Versace Versace, vindicated vaginas on vivacious Vivians

Moriarty's magna cum laude bumping loudly as rowdy amphibians

The talking points are spoken loudy, the oilmen are Saudi

And nigga, that's really in

But with me, when it's love or money

You can always bet that the titties win

Versace Versace, I'm sipping on lasse, my time is so costly

Cuz my wage is a pittance my days are sentence

And I am no Chachi

I harbor a pathogen that there hasn't been antibodies

For, I'm an author

Writing batty copy

Whores, engorged

Riding candy bodies

Tour the shores

From Miami to Mugabe

Hoards roar...

,

For cannopy of the bugatti, manatee poonany

Dancing fancy-free to Fugazi

While fans on Hannity who shot me

Can plead to manic fossil fuel lobbies

Can it be

I'm dead again for that Versace