Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Versace, artist - Migos. Date of issue: 05.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Versace |
| Yeah |
| Oh shit, man, who that is? |
| Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time |
| That's Migos and Drake at the Versace store |
| Versace, Versace |
| Medusa head on me like I'm Illuminati (Versace!) |
| This is a gated community |
| Please get the fuck off the property (gate!) |
| Rap must be changin' |
| 'Cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me (woo!) |
| Niggas be wantin' a verse for a verse |
| But man, that's not a swap to me (nah!) |
| Drownin' in compliments |
| Pool in the 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 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 (woo!) |
| I been so quiet, I got the world like |
| "What the fuck is he plannin'?" |
| (What?) |
| Just make sure that you got a back up plan |
| 'Cause that shit might come in handy (go, go!) |
| Started a label, the album is comin' September |
| Just wait on it (just wait on it!) |
| This year I'm eatin' your food |
| And my table got so many plates on it (so many!) (damn!) |
| 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 your new shit, my nigga |
| Don't ask for my take on it (don't ask for my opinion!) |
| Speakin' in lingo, man, this for my nigga |
| That trap out the bando (bando, bando!) |
| This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano (brr, brr, brr!) |
| Fuck all your feelin' 'cause business is business |
| It's strictly financial (business is business!) |
| I'm always the first one to get it, man |
| That's how you lead by example (I got it!) |
| Versace, Versace |
| Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (Versace!) |
| Word in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me Papi (woo, woo) |
| I'm all on the low |
| Take a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi (flash!) |
| I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me (smash!) |
| 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 Illuminati |
| 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 ducks, 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 never 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 |
| Cookin' this dope like I work at Hibachi |
| Look at the watch, it blow hot like some Taki |
| Come in my room, my sheet Versace |
| When I go to sleep I dream Versace |
| Medusa, Medusa, Medusa |
| These niggas, they wishin' they knew you |
| They coppin' the Truey, remixin' the Louis |
| My blunts is fat as Rasputia |
| In a striped shirt like I’m Tony the Tiger |
| I'm beatin' 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 pissin', 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 grippin' |
| Them bands in my pocket, you know that I’m livin' |
| 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 sellin' them bows |
| Versace take over, it took out my soul |
| Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace |
| Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace |
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