Migos - Versace lyrics
rate me[Verse 1: Drake] 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
[Hook] Versace, Versace, Versace,
Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace
Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace
Versace
[Verse 2] 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]
[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
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
[Hook]
Thanks to Pako for correcting these lyrics
