Versace, versace, medusa head on me like I'm 'luminati This is a gated community Please get the fuck off the property That must be changin' cause I'm at the top And ain't noone on top of me Niggas be wantin' a verse for a verse But man that's not a swap to me Drownin' in compliments, pool in the backyard That look like metropolis I think I'm sellin' a million first week Man I guess I'm an 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 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' in 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 feelin's 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 dykeman and heights girls Are callin' me "papi" I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out with me No paparazzi I'm tryna give halle berry a baby and no one can stop me

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You can do truey, I do it versace You copped the honda, I copped the mazi You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic I set the trend, you niggas copy Kick in the door like I work at hibachi Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some taki Come in my room, my sheet versace Go to sleep, I dream versace Medusa, medusa, medusa

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