(INTRO)

Uh, I flexed on versace, my clothes and my shirts it's all my mom bought me

Uh, A fake nigga not me, that shit that we flexin' is not what they taught me

Uh, I pulled up on a fake crib nigga, almost had to pull out my shotty

Damn, Man I’m so fine

Step back on the 3-Point line

Make the shot like I’m Kobe Bryant

Gucci, versace thats all that I see

I walk in it goes to a 100 degrees

Niggas coming beggin' on my knees

All I got is fees

I got all the keys

Dab on 'em like I sneeze

Yeah, I know, I know I’m a playboy

Get her sitting back, on my dick, like a cowboy

(Verse 1)

Versace like im making cash rain

First class seat from tokyo to spain

Sippin' codeine and champaigne

I'm insane nigga, ice in my veins

Flickin my wrist, my head and my chain

Again and again and again and again

Get the fuck outta here with your wack shit

I swear yall acting up like you’re brad pitt

Try to come to me, I’ll make a base-hit

Damn I stab then I dab 'cuz I’m lit lit

I get that money for my niggas then I split it

Yeah, girls everywhere, I swear

Sucking everywhere, on the counch, on the chair

Smoke in the air, cum on her hair

Make money rain like I really don't care

(Hook)

Flex on versace, my niggas they got me

Left a hole in my body, it felt like she shot me

I'm up in the crib , the feelings they caught me(jheez)

Now it's 2k16 most rappers are fucked up on lean

Pull out my Glock, you dead, that's a crime scene

(verse 2)

Now i'm back on Versace, these loyal niggas they got me

If you thirsty nigga then gimme a call, I gotchu' you with bitches, money and all

Yeah if you know me, you know me, my story, then you know how it goes

Bitches in my shows, versace clothes, slow-mo like I froze, you know I'm the boss

Niggas talking 'bout a solo , nigga Whats the Fuck that's a no-no

Don't worry my nigga I got my whole team

Bars spitting faster than nigga thats fucked up on speed

Yeah, I walk in the strip club

Looking for a bitch yea I’m looking for a hooker

She wet like she came out the bathtub

I'm going hard, she feel it to the bone

Going hard, going fast, in the zone

Sitting on my lap, I’m sitting on my throne

But when I’m away I know she feeling alone

Call me, text me, message on my phone

Versace clothes and a gucci watch

She be bungee boucin' on my crotch

Ain’t got time for that shit so I blocked her

All while drinkin' liquor with my chauffeur

Bitches going on me, callin' me mister

(Hook)

Flex on versace, my niggas they got me

Left a hole in my body, it felt like she shot me

I'm up in the crib , the feelings they caught me(jheez)

Now it's 2k16 most rappers are fucked up on lean

Pull out my Glock, you dead, that's a crime scene

(OUTRO)

We used to go outside makin' beats with sitcks

Never thought we'd get more than 5 dollar tips

Beat level after level 'till we made it to the 6ix

Bought my mom a house, bought my niggas kicks

Now we getting millions out of views and clicks