Migos - Versace (G-Mix) lyrics

Versace, Versace
Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
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
It's 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 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

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

Versace, Versace Medusa Head On
Like Im 'Luminati
Im gettin all of these fans now gettin
Props now im movin to fast
Up to the top, these girls that admire me and
Felons who followed me
Bout to kill in this bitch
All of my money is short like a nominee but
You bet I get
1000's, nigga yeah fuckin stylin
And im Countin my
Money better know I got profit and
I makin yo outfit's
Call it "Cali" who's on it
Bout to make my Hood know it
Im Cali Bitch Know it
Versace drake's on it, Migos Amigos im Promo
God Knows it Versace, Versace
Im in it im stallion my Counrty You niggas
Ain't nothing im reppin my county like
Ace Hood's Boward County that
Shit you don't
Know and weed you don't blow
Haa ima rich as fella nigga Im on
Top better know im that Killer blaah
Make these hoes my strippers Rich Gang money
Better know I im young money
(racks) cuz we the best what we do
All of my niggas are cocky than you
Now doin that shit I said I would
Do cheecks what you doin my nigga
Vibe way to vibin don't you kill it nigga
Like stuzzy & drew all in my flight
Bout to get in it too Versace
I wear it do that "Cali" Ware it
Like young money brought it all in
My chains is medusa on me rappin this
Bitch like it's julissa on this
(what, is it that free jail card)

Its killers
Real niggas that's all in my posse
(shooters)
I'm getting so rich that they making
Up rumors that I'm illuminati (rich)
Just me and my niggas
We killin' these bitches, go body for body
(murders) these suckers be hating
They praying to God that I
Don't cop a Bugatti
Hold up, drop the top on the rari
Pull in the club and I'm stopping the party
Hold up, got bitches on bitches
They poppin' on molly's I'm prolly at
Follies with PeeWee and Tip
Questing with Lou
I did everything that I said I would do
I really won't tell you that
I'm better than you
But we're not on the same level as you
Cause the G55 got a hell of a view
Regular niggas make regular moves
With ya regular bitch and ya regular crew
And you nigga still smokin on
Regular too? Like word?!
What a shame, my nigga
Louboutin blood like Game, my nigga
Get left tryna aim, my nigga
Like Saddam Hussein, my nigga
I'm whippin' this brand new machine
100 bands in my jeans
Call yo bitch Barry Sanders
She done ran through the team
I got hoes out the D
They playing on the team do anything for me
I mix that xan with the lean
Hold up, let me get it back versace, Versace
I'm gettin' this money
I'm stackin' my broccoli (racks)
I'm running my city
You might gotta pay me if
You land on my property (tax)
I bought the boardwalk and I
Parked on the ave
Shit, my life's like monopoly
You caught a new case and you got outta jail
Boy, you look like a cop to me
(Get out of jail free card?)

Versace, Versace, I brought that shit back
All these niggas they copy
Medusa head on me I'm at the hotel
Versace Palazzo
I rented the yacht for a week
But I bought the convertible Lambo
Six mill for the mansion
I see haters coming I need some more ammo
These niggas gay that's Elmo
So much green I turned camo
Some hoover niggas on flannels
Light light you up no candle
Grip on that handle Yosemite Sam ya
That bitch bang like a banjo
Told my arms dealer no need for a
Box, I don't read the instructions
I throw out the manual (WOO)
Versace, Versace
My brother king Trell he in a Ferrari
I don't look the same, my camera the same
I made too much money (WOO)
Paul Pierce is my neighbor
I told him he should of went to the Clippers
I got some crazy ideas for Versace
Get them and tell'em my number
Versace, auggh Picasso, Basquiat I'm cocky
23, 15 mill I'm just getting started
Pop water my water
I walk around on my wallet
I don't fuck with Saddam but
That's gold all in my toilet
Statues of Horus, and Anubis is polished
I don't got to, rap about
Coke for you to enjoy it
I'm bout' to join the money team
Just holla' to Floyd about it
Versace, Versace
I'm taking my money to the Cayman islands
(WOO) Versace Auggh!

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

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
These niggas they wishin' they knew you
They coppin' 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

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