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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 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’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’ 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 in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin’ me “Papi”

I’m all on the low, take a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi

I’m trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me


[Hook: Quavo]

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace


[Verse 2: Quavo]

Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I’m ‘Luminati

I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy

Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi

My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they’re mighty


Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets

She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch “Versace”

Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain’t ever been in the jungle

Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don’t fumble


[Hook: Quavo]


[Verse 3: Takeoff]

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

Cookin’ this dope 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

You niggas they wishin’ they knew yah

They coppin’ the Truey, remixing the Louie

My blunts is fat as Rasputia

Feet and same shirt like I’m Tony the Tiger

I’m beating the pot, call me Michael

Lot of you niggas that copy

Look at my closet Versace, Versace


[Hook: Quavo]


[Verse 4: Offset]

King of Versace, Medusa my wifey

My car is Versace, I got stripes on my Mazi

I’m dressin’ so nicely they can’t even copy

You’d think I’m Egyptian, this gold on my body

Money my mission, two bitches, they kissin’

My diamonds is pissing, my swag is exquisite

Young Offset no preacher but you niggas listen

Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons


Codeine sippin, Versace I’m gripping them bands in my pocket

You know that I’m living

I’m draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh

Rockin’ handcuffs, that’s Ferragamo

Bricks by the boat, overload

I think I’m the don, but no Rocco

This the life that I chose,

Bought out the store, can’t go back no more

Versace my clothes while I’m selling them bows

Versace take over it took out my soul


[Hook: Quavo]





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