DJ Mustard - Versace Remix lyrics

Gueoson Paulo Ft. Pedro Fernando Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'luminati This is a gated community, please get the f** off the property Rap must be changin' cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me n***as be wantin' a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me Drownin' 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 f** is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this sh** 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 f** is he plannin'?" Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that sh** might come in handy Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it This year I'm eatin' 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 f** with your new sh**, my n***a, don't ask for my take on it Speakin' in lingo, man this for my n***a that trap out the bando This for my n***as that call up Fernando to move a piano f** 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: Pedro Fernando] Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace [Verse 2: Gueoson Paulo] 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 b**h want in on my pockets She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that b**h "Versace" Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle Try to take my sack, better run with it, n***a don't fumble