Versace, Versace
Its fightrs, real s**as 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 s**as we kicking' these idiots, go body for body (fight!)
These s**ers 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 s**as on s**
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 s**as make regular moves
With ya regular and ya regular crew
And you s**a still smokin on regular too? Like word?!
What a shame, my s**a
Louboutin blood like Game, my s**a
Get left tryna aim, my s**a
Like Saddam Hussein, my s**a
I'm whippin' this brand new machine
100 bands in my jeans
I'm gone!