Versace

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 I mean I just left the Versace store Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace 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 Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace 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 When I go to sleep, I dream Versace Medusa, Medusa, Medusa You niggas they wishin' they knew yah They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louis 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 Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace 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 No 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 took over, it took out my soul Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace