[Intro]

Drake: Yeah, shoutout Migos

Shoutout Zaytoven one time, yeah

Quavo: Oh shit man, who that is?

That's Migos & Drake at the Versace store!

[Syko Solja]

Versace, Versace, a little Armani & maybe Cavalli

This watch is so timeless it been stuck on 5 ever since I went got it

I walk through the door, they all on my clothes, I know that they watching me

Your daughter a ho, I call her a nose, cause she acting snottily

But she is a hottie, I'm digging her body so I give her compliments

Ominous cockiness Ima just cop the bitch rocking designer shit

She no that she sexy so shawty be flexing with all of that confidence

& she ain't that tall, but she handle balls, I call her Nate Robinson

Pause, your bitch is a dog, she digging me hard

Boy, I'd give her my all, to get in them walls

Lord, she feeling me bro, I spit that game & she give me that dome

Hop off the plane, she meet me at the yo & start using her throat while this music gets wrote

Woah, I thought you would know, that's just how it go

Oh, I guess that you don't, well back to the flow

My weed loud & my gun cocked, you left your shit at home

Start shit with me & I'll let it ring like a ex been callin my phone

Your next bitch all in my draws, she yell at me that she wan' date

I said fuck that, I'm just tryna fuck so tell me how my balls taste

Aw great, now you mad, I don't care what your thoughts be

Cause I'll load the clip, give you all these, & I ain't talkin bout no R8

Bitch I'm all-state like allstate, toting them arms to leave y'all stank

Cause I cause pain with them toys mane, holding my own like I'm George Strait

Smoking a bong of that strong dank, I get high, bumping Pastor Troy

Then I hit the mall & just buy it all, that's a Thrift Shop, no Macklemore, bitch!

[Drake]

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati

This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property

Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me

Niggas 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 a optimist

Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us

What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' like I had binoculars

Boy, Versace, 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 fuck is he planning?"

Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that shit 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 fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it

Speakin' the lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando

This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano

Fuck all your feelings 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, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Word to New York cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"

I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi

I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

[Hook]

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace Versace, Versace Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Meek Mill]

Versace, Versace, it's killers, real niggas that's all in my posse

I'm getting so rich that they making up rumors that I'm 'Luminati

Just me and my niggas, we killin' these bitches, go body for body

These suckers be hating, they praying to God that I don't cop a Bugatti

Hold up, drop the top on the Rari, pull in the club and I'm stopping the party

Hold up, got bitches on bitches, they poppin' on molly's

I'm prolly at Follies with PeeWee and Tip

Quez & with Lou, I did everything that I said I would do

I really won't tell you I'm better than you, But we are not on the same level as you

Cause the G55 got a hell of a view, Regular niggas make regular moves

With ya regular bitch and ya regular crew, And you nigga still smokin on regular too

Like word?! What a shame, my nigga

Louboutin blood like Game, my nigga

Get left tryna aim, my nigga

Like Saddam Hussein, my nigga

I'm whippin' this brand new machine, 100 bands in my jeans

Call yo bitch Barry Sanders, She done ran through the team

I got hoes out the D, & they playing on the team

Do anything for me, I mix that zan with the lean

Hold up, let me get it back

Versace, Versace, I'm gettin' this money, I'm stackin' my broccoli

I'm running my city, You might gotta pay me you land on my property

I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the ave shit, my life's like monopoly

You caught a new case and you got outta jail, Boy, you look like a cop to me

OH! Get out of jail free card?

[Tyga]

Versace, Versace, I brought that shit back, all these niggas they copy

Medusa head on me I'm at the hotel, Versace Palazzo

I rented the yacht for a week, but I bought the convertible Lambo

Six mill for the mansion, I see haters coming I need some more ammo

These niggas gay that's Elmo, So much green I turned camo

Some hoover niggas on flannels, Light light you up no candle

Grip on that handle Yosemite Samuel, that bitch bang like a banjo

Told my arms dealer no need for a box, I don't read the instructions, I throw out the manual

Versace, Versace, my brother King Trell he in a Ferrari

I don't look the same, I can't rap the same, I make too much money

Paul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he should've went to the Clippers

I got some crazy ideas for Versace, give Donatella my number

Versace, Picasso, Basquiat, I'm cocky

23, 15 mill I'm just getting started

Pop water my water, I walk around on my wallet

I don't fuck with Saddam but, that's gold all in my toilet

Statues of Horus, Anubis is polished

I don't got to, rap about, coke for you to enjoy it

I'm bout' to join the money team, just hollered at Floyd about it

Versace, Versace, I'm taking my money, to the Cayman islands

[Hook]

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace Versace, Versace Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Angel Haze]

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati

Hit up the website that's versus Versace

Then click on the homepage and sit there and watch me

God, I got so much swag, boy

Now I don't even get mad when they jock me

Now that they watching my fashion

I switch up the style just to watch bitches copy

Album is done, and they working on floppies

Soon as you finish they sell it at swap meets

Good with my genius, that's pencil or ink pen

If it's led then lead, nigga know one can stop me

Tree stomping on bitches, I'm chopping them up

Killin em all, I'm rain dancing in blood

Really that mean I think talking is cheap

And honesty, bitches been talking too much

I ain't talking enough, bet that silence is loud

I know that I got it and none of that shit is worth rhyming about

Anyway, fresh off the runway, said fresh off the runway

I get it like Mumford was docking

Fresh out the canvas, call that photoshopping

And I never paid a red cent out my pocket

[Shawnna]

I’m all on my money these niggas they love me I’m focused on Millions

Why you keep swinging that weave & you know that that shit ain’t Brazilian

Me and my bitches we working I think we might start a Monopoly

I’m backing this shit and I’m taking your spot you can call it a robbery

I got that connect and I get that respect cause I’m fucking with Migos 'nem

We getting that check and then running the family like Michael and Tito 'nem

They say I’m the shit, but most of you bitches is already knowing this

Don’t fuck with me ho, I will come ton your city and tear down a show in it

Boy, Versace Versace, She giving that sloppy up just to go shopping

These bitches be watching to see what I do so they can go copy

Pardon me mami, my niggas be leaning & popping that Mollie

Got two bitches with me, that’s one from Belize and that other Somali

This for my bitches that shop every day and be keeping that sack on them

This for my shorties that stay on the block and been keeping that pack on them

You niggas be stunting when know when you're broke & ain't on that Versace shit

Fuck outta here, you bitches ain’t nothing, you get that Karate Kick

My Migo illegal he speaking that lingo like como estas?

And I’m in slow motion, I can't even focus, I'm blowing that Gan'

They say oh my god, this bitch is still going she won’t even stop

Keeping them choppas got two in the crib and got one in the car

Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace

It’s all on my fingers, it’s all on my shades and it’s all on my body

It’s all in my marble, it’s all on my tables, we keeping that work on it

And niggas gon' watch what they say on this beat now cause I put a verse on it

[Papoose]

Versace, Versace, You fake and you phony, you corny man honestly

The first one to wear it was Biggie, You ain’t from the borough, this mockery

Run up on you niggas with triggers and killers like this is a robbery

5th on the side of me, biting’s forbidden, You trippin and we want a written apology

Gianni Versace was murdered in front of his house in Miami

Allegedly Andrew Cunanan murdered him in front of his property

You rappers be talkin bout Illuminati, don’t know the philosophy

The gods predicted this back in the day, see we had the prophecy

Bringin that rappin to people who really controlling, they stay in a whole 'nother colony

Got rid of money, it’s funny that every transaction that happen is done electronically

They throw us in jail, won’t give us a bail, say we the minority

But we take up most of the population, I feel we the majority

See you would acknowledge Versace but you won’t acknowledge the poverty

Simple and plain, these niggas is lame, They trickin yo brain, it’s all tricknology

These labels is giving you 360 deals cuz you the commodity

Rich getting richer, the poor getting poorer, And that’s just the fuckin way of the economy

Nice hitting me, never, you got a way better chance hittin the lottery

Grew up with gorillas, you grew up on Twitter, don’t care if you follow me

Bustin you open, I’m toting and hoping that none of your blood don’t drip on my wallabies

Waving a tech, I’m taking respect, like Raekwon the Chef, I speak criminology

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Speakin the talk, I’m the king of New York, you a cheap carbon copy

2014 the queen returns, you bitches is botties

I’m gonna give Remy Martin a baby and no one can stop me!