[Verse 1]
Stop with the rumors I went to LA
And I turned down they offer (f** that sh**)
b**hes hate on me
But why give a f** when my fan base is larger (damn)
Toss me that beat
And I promise you Sosa its gone be a hit
Ain't dropped an album
I'm still getting paid call me Already Rich
I guess that I'm making some noise
Hey begging for me out of state
Its like I been eating so good, that I feel a bit out of shape
Might hit the gym or the booth
Cause either way I gotta flex
And yo n***a settled for you, cause I won't reply to his text
Versace, Versace
They wanna take pictures I feel like a model
These hoes be so kiddy
My name in they mouth like a pink baby bottle
Tried to be humble
But n***as be talking like I ain't that b**h
Internet thugging, like how was you drumming when you in the crib
f** what you talking I'm not in no office but I go to work
And I'm into fashion don't think I won't have your name put on a shirt
I shop in boutiques and I don't keep receipts I don't care for the total
They booked me in Europe so lets all be honest I'm no longer local
You rappers keep acting I think that its time that we all pull the curtain
I bodied the beat give it back to the streets that's community service
And don't take it personal I just don't f** with you n***as that much
Heard you sneak dissing so I cut you off like I was in a rush
I was in denial but now I'll admit ain't no one on my level
I'm paving the way for these artist I might as well spit with a shovel
And I'm getting money ain't worried bout nothing so f** what they on
I'm black and I'm young so they follow the kid like my name was Trayvon
[Verse 2]
Yeah I saw the case and I have to admit I was shocked by the verdict
Bring Zimmerman to Chicago and that'll be one missing person
Miss me with all of the gossip cuz people just love to a**ume
They know that I rap but when I started singing they all got in tune
sh** is ironic I was a nobody and now I'm a star
Not selling chocolate but you want a verse gotta pay for these bars
Hot as a kettle I deserve a medal or some type of trophy
Put my feet up cuz my life is so sweet that feel like I'm toffee
Rocking red bottoms but you ain't got a car yet
How you screaming levels wearing all your best friend sh**
Say you taking off but yo numbers in the same spot
I get more attention than a fight up in the parking lot
[Verse 3]
And no I'm not done cuz I got sh** to say I'm a rapping machine
If you ain't gone shoot then I'm sorry my friend you did not make the team
Who got the 30? them n***as play dirty like they paid the ref
I say the word like a Jehovah's witness they'll be at your steps
I'm not into baking but lately my hands been over the dope
I hopped on Versace I bet that these n***as won't touch it no mo
Just be 100 I'm k**ing these verses I call it a starter
b**h can't compete so she stealin' my flow like she ran out of water
But what's to expect you should give it a rest like it's time to retire
I won't sugar coat it like 1 hour meters your time has expired
I proved I'm the best and if that's not Versace then tell me what is it
I just shut everyone down and it only took me three minutes
EASY!
Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace
Nobody, nobody
Nobody
This b**h is nobody
Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace
Versace. Nobody
Nobody, Nobody
This b**h is nobody!