[Verse]

Versace, Versace, I'll play the piano, I'm not Liberace

You could stay seated, I'm taking that Grammy, your music is sloppy

Niggas is heated, they keep on repeating the evening in slow-mo

I sold enough records, I'm selling out cities, I don't do no promo

Marina Abramović, Riccardo Tisci, Madonna, Beyoncé

And Donatella, if you don't believe me, believe what the blogs say

We was all at the table, it was a debate, then we came in agreement

That Twitter ain't relevant anyway really, I'm finna delete it

My Instagram all over internet anyway, don't think I need it

Skrrrr

Got bimmers on bimmers on bimmers

On bimmers on bimmers on bimmers

I'm running that Porsche for the winter

If you trying to follow the leader

I need a sabbatical, do an apprenticeship under Domingo

Study Carreras and Luci, I ain't finna rush out a single

I get it when artists go loopy, and lose it, and get into opiates

Like when you get all that you wanted, and that shit is not what you hoped it was

You had you a formula, one hit the wall, now you Ayrton Senna

You had you a lady, then she hurt your ego, now you can't forgive her

Yea

I'm wearing some Dickies, they cost 30 euro

I'm not even into Versace