[Intro: Frederick Scott]
Damn damn, what the f**
If you bad ?
Damn damn damn what the f**
If you bad ?
Versace breakfast, eatin' eggs
Everybody know, eatin' eggs
I'm eatin' eggs, Versace eggs
Love these eggs, they're so delicious
[Hook: Frederick Scott]
Versace breakfast
Versace breakfast
Versace breakfast
Versace breakfast
Versace breakfast
Versace breakfast
I'm eatin' ham, I'm goin' H.A.M. Versace breakfast y'all
[Verse 1: Frederick Scott]
See me in the coupe, Versace egg white
Candy turkey bacon, cause I am eatin' bright
I'm makin' oatmeal, I'm pourin' OJ
Diamonds in my breakfast, my dentist is like, "Okay sir
You have no teeth left" I'm like, "Shut up you hater!
You're just jealous of my shoes made of alligator"
I'm cookin' home fries in my morning robe
Gucci bluetooth headset up in my ear lobe
I'm callin' Martha Stewart, she said, "Whattup son?"
I said, "You got any parsley cause b-b**h I ain't got none"
She said, "Hold up a bit" and then she came right over
Put the parsley in my hand then she bend over
I am the greatest chef, Gucci applesauce
Is your mimosa low? Let me top it off
Let me top it off, let me top it off
Is your mimosa low? Let me top it off
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Hannibal Buress]
Scramble my eggs, Versace breakfast
Prada Lunch, I don't eat brunch
f** mimosas, no limit soldiers
Duck hunt, f** c*nts, luck bunch
What?
Huh? I'm rollin' around in a cab
The cab won't change the radio
Put it on Hot 97
He got on NPR
I don't give a f** about the news
Put on some rap sh**
I wanna hear some ignorant dudes
Now I'm hearin' about some sh** in Syria
Bummin' me out
Take me home I gotta charge my phone
My sh**'s on seven percent
Drinkin' Delerium in the taxi and I'm gettin' real bent
Just took a piss, New York City's tough
Went into a Starbucks
Didn't buy sh**, just hung out
Rung out, thumbs out
*incoherent mumbling* guns out
*incoherent mumbling* my son's out!
[Hook]