Versace (all Star Remix) Lyrics - Singles - Drake

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 feeling'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 

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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 

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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 

You niggas they wishin' they knew yeah 

They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louie 

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 

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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 sipping, 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 Rocko 

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 

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