Versace Remix Lyrics - Game

[Hook: Game] 

Versace Versace 

Versace Versace 

Versace Versace 

Versace Versace 

Versace Versace 

Versace Versace 

Versace Versace 

Versace Versace 

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[Verse 1: Game] 

Nigga worth 25 million and these on my happy they just call me Chachi 

I had the bitches since I was in eighth grade rocking Gebroze Herachis 

Cause now I got bitches from Compton to London wake up in my Bugatti in Abudabe 

Now it's Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency 

These bitches I came with is booshy and all of my niggas is raunchy 

So I fuck with Drake in LA cause a nigga can't get in Toronto 

Rock leather so much that my closet look like there's a zoo in my condo 

Versace Versace Versace Versace is all on my Chain 

Medusa is all on my neck and I'm rocking these snakes on a plane 

Walking in Louie and Gucci and spending so much that I'm going insane 

My head be spending like nananana and I never fuck with Molly's again 

I'm turnt up, tires balled like a motherfucker burnt up 

On the day boy ride through the hood with my nigga 

Kev Hart watch a nigga set fire on you bitches 

[Kevin Hart] (Ay Game get fire on these bitches one time) 

L.A.B-ass nigga, local ass bitch 

I'm balling in Europe, car go yuuur 

Your girl go .. 

I throw up the deuces and pull out my dick and 

Put on my chains 

MCM MCM MCM that shit don't rhyme 

These niggas be whack as a bitch but they get away with it all of the time 

Far is Versace I am the king 

Like I wanna Biggie to cup all of my jeans 

You can ask Migos we balling with egos 

When you in Versace with all of my people 

Photos 

[Verse 2: 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 a 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, 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 Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi" 

I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi 

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

[Hook: Quavo] 

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace 

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace 

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace 

Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace 

[Verse 3: Quavo] 

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 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 ever been in the jungle 

Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble 

[Hook: Quavo] 

[Verse 4: 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 

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 

[Hook: Quavo] 

[Verse 5: Offset] 

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 

[Hook: Quavo]