Drake - Versace (TXL Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Drake & Takeoff] Yeah Oh sh** man, who that is? Shout out Migos, shout out Zaytoven one time That Migos, Drake on Versace? (Hip Hop TXL, The Xclusive List!) [Verse 1: Drake] 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 changing ‘cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me n***as 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 selling 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 talking 'bout? Saw this sh** coming 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 backup plan ‘cause that sh** might come in handy Started a label, the album is coming, 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 f** with your new sh**, my n***a, don't ask for my take on it Speaking 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 feelings ‘cause business is business, it's 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 calling 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 2: Tyga] Versace, Versace, I brought that sh** back, all these n***as they copy Medusa head on me, I'm at the hotel, Versace Palazzo I rented the yacht for a week, but I bought the convertible Lambo Six mill for the mansion, I see haters coming, I need some more ammo These n***as gay, that's Elmo, so much green I turned camo Some Hoover n***as on flannels, light, light you up, no candle Grip on that handle, Yosemite Sam ya, that b**h bang like a banjo Told my arms dealer no need for a box, I don't read the instructions, I throw out the manual (Woo!) Versace, Versace, my brother King Trell, he in a Ferrari I don't look the same, my camera the same, I made too much money (Woo!) Paul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he shoulda went to the Clippers I got some crazy ideas for Versace, get them and tell 'em my number Versace, auggh Pica**o, Basquiat, I'm co*ky 23, fifteen mill, I'm just getting started Pop water my water, I walk around on my wallet I don't f** with Saddam but, that's gold all in my toilet Statues of Horus, Anubis is polished I don't gotta rap about, coke for you to enjoy it I'm 'bout to join the money team, just holla to Floyd about it Versace, Versace, I'm taking my money to the Cayman Islands (Woo!) Versace [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Versace, Versace, it's k**ers, real n***as that's all in my posse (Shooters!) I'm getting so rich that they making up rumors that I'm 'Luminati (Rich!) Just me and my n***as, we k**ing these b**hes, go body for body (Murder!) These s**ers be hating, they praying to God 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 b**hes on b**hes, they popping on Mollys I'm probably at Follies with PeeWee and Tip, questing with Lou I did everything that I said I would do I really won't tell you I'm better than you But we are not on the same level as you ‘Cause the G55 got a hell of a view Regular n***as make regular moves With ya regular b**h and ya regular crew And you n***a still smoking on regular too, like "Word!?" What a shame, my n***a Louboutin blood like Game, my n***a Get left tryna aim, my n***a Like Saddam Hussein, my n***a I'm whipping this brand new machine, hundred bands in my jeans Call yo b**h Barry Sanders, she done ran through the team I got hoes out the D, they playing on the team Do anything for me, I mix that Xan' with the lean Hold up, let me get it back Versace, Versace, I'm getting this money, I'm stacking my broccoli (Racks!) I'm running my city, you might gotta pay me you land on my property (Tax!) I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the ave, sh** my life like Monopoly You caught a new case and you got outta jail but you look like a cop to me Get out of jail free card?