Francisco - Versace (Remix) lyrics

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Ft. Migos & Drake

(Verse)

Versace, Versace, I'm bout to do something that I don't do normally

I run with the champion's league, who the fuck are you, homie, you borin' me

Shout out to DJ Adele on the mixtape, my mix done exclusively

This is the remix and you know the name, I'm the remix beast

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, I know that erryone is watchin' me

I just wanted to do somethin' different on this remix so follow me

saluto my hente latina que se encuentra en todo el mundo y

saluto my bella latina que me tiene disiendo coño

Versace, Versace Versace e si si si c'est Paris

Salut a ? salut a mes amis, salut a mes enemies

Who you know that can sing in roughly 3 languages?

Like pretty damn on some beat(?!)

Remember the name, Francisco, my nigga, the remix king

(Hook)

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

(Verse 2)

Dersace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm Iluminati

This is a gated community, please get da fuck off da property (damn)

Rap must be changin cuz I'm at da top and ain't no one on top of me (wooo)

Niggas be wantin' a verse fo' a verse, but man that's not a swap to me (cha)

Drownin' in compliments, pool in da backyard that look like Metropolis (Metropolis?)

I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm a optimist (milli)

Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us (go)

What da fuck is ya talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' like I had binoculars, boy

Versace, Versace, we stay at da mansion when we in Miami

The pillows' Versace, da sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy (woo)

I've been so quiet, I got da world like what da fuck is he planning? (what)

Just make sure that ya got a back up plan cuz that shit might come in handy (go, cra)

Started a label, da album is coming September, just wait on it (wait on it)

This year I'm eating yo 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 (damn I look good)

I do not fuck with yo new shit, my nigga, don't ask fo' my take on it (don't ask me I pee it)

Speakin' in lingo, man this fo' my nigga that trap out da bando (bando bando)

This fo' my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano

Fuck all yo feelins cuz business is business, its strictly financial (business is business)

I'm always da first one to get it, man that's how ya lead by example (I got it)

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (versace versace)

Word to New York cuz da Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me papi (wooo)

I'm all on da low, take a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi (splash)

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

(Hook)

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

(Verse 3)

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

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

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

My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the ducks, I know that they mighty

Shoes and shirt Versace, yo 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 eva been in the jungle

Try to take my sack, betta run wit it, nigga, don't fumble

(Hook)

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

(Verse 4)

Ya can do Truey, I do it Versace

Ya copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi

Ya smoke the mid', I smoke exotic!

I set the trend, ya niggas copy

Cooking this dope like I work at Hibachi

Look at the watch, blow it, hot like sum' Taki

Come in my room, my sheet Versace

Go to sleep, I dream Versace

Medusa, Medusa, Medusa

These niggas they wishing they knew ya

They copping the Truey, remixing the Louis

My blunts is fat as Rasputia

In a striped 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)

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace