[Lyrics]Migos featuring Drake – Versace Remix Lyrics | Mallam Media

[Lyrics]Migos featuring Drake – Versace Remix Lyrics | Mallam Media

(Intro)

Zaytoven

Yeah

Oh sh*t, man, what that is?

Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time

That Migo is drinkin’ in the Versace store

(Verse )

Versace, Versace

Medusa head on me like I’m Illuminati (Versace!)

This is a gated community

Please get the f*ck 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 of a verse

But man, that’s not a swap to me (Nah!)

Drownin’ in compliments

Pool in the backyard that looks like Metropolis (Metropolis?)

I think I’m sellin’ a million first week

Man, I guess I’m an optimist (milli!)

Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us (go!)

What the f*ck is you talkin’ ’bout?

Saw this sh*t 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 f*ck is he plannin’?” (What?)

Just make sure that you got a back up plan

‘Cause that sh*t 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 “D*mn, I look great on it!” (damn, I look good!)

I do not f*ck with your new sh*t, my n*gg*

Don’t ask for my take on it (don’t ask for my opinion!)

Speakin’ in lingo, man, this for my n*gg*

That trap out the bando (bando, bando!)

This for my n*gg*s that call up Fernando

To move a piano (brr, brr, brr!)

F*ck 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 to New York ‘cause 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!)

(Chorus)

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 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 b*tch want in on my pockets

She ask me why my drawers silk

I told that b*tch “Versace”

Cheetah print on my sleeve

But I ain’t never been in the jungle

Try to take my sack

Better run with it, n*gg*, don’t fumble

(Repeat Chorus)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]

You can do Truly, I do it Versace

You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi

You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic

I set the trend, you n*gg*s copy

Cookin’ this d*pe 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 n*gg*s, 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 n*gg*s that copy

Look at my closet, Versace, Versace

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 4)

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 b*tch*s

They kissin’, my diamonds is pissin’, my swag is exquisite

Young Offset no preacher but you n*gg*s 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

(Repeat Chorus)