DJ Mustard - Versace lyrics

[Intro:] 'Sace, 'sace 'Knock one, 'knock one Mustard on the beat, ho [Hook:] Shirt, shirt by Versace b**h you better f** sumn Ho, Hoes wanna knock one b**h you better f** sumn Shirt, shirt by Versace b**h you better f** sumn Ho, Hoes wanna knock one b**h you better f** sumn [Verse 1: Kirko Bangz] I just bought a shirt for tonight, ho And it cost five-hundred (Better f** sumn!) I seen a bad b**h at the light, oh! My car cost two-hundred (Better f** sumn!) Uh, got 'Sace on the chain Louis, that's my side ho. Versace, that's my main 'Sace in the car so that's 'Sace in the lane All day I dream about Versace on the linen f**ed at work and now she bugging me. Versace John Lennon. I only want the b**h if she expensive f** the ho in Versace, had some boojie a** children Doing what I'm suppose to do I'm in Versace my n***as they in 'Sace too Ain't no fun unless we all get some If I'm f**ing, then my n***as, they f**ing too [Hook:] [Verse 2: French Montana] Hundred-Thou' what I'm buying here? Talking lion head (b**h better f** sumn!) Hundred-Thou' on these Cuban Links. Medusa Face (b**h better f** sumn!) And my shirt eight-hundred And just copped a honey (b**h better f** sumn!) These bottles eight hundred I just copped a hundred (Man, b**h better f** sumn!) Got syrup by the liter. b**h on me I'ma beat it Catch the p**y like Jeter haa Picture a n***a balling the b**h get to calling Panties get to fallin Kamikaze. Shirt by Versace Know my diamonds flash paparazzi Give a f** about a hater I be getting to the paper f** n***a get your weight up haa [Hook:] [Verse 3: YG] It's YG 400! Shirt Versace, f**ing is a hobby I love a b**h that s** dick so sloppy In high school she was a ho Hundred dollar bills on the floor b**h you better f** sumn! And that's straight up I prefer a bad b**h with no make-up I got my cake up. Ya'll playas say sumn I'm never paying for p**y and I'm never going bankrupt My shirt's Versace. b**h red like Rudolph Try to rob me I'll co*k back that shooter Trying to count how many b**hes p**y I ate Why you do that? Cuz I love how it taste. Ooo! Me and Kirko on that purple Geeked up like Urkel Middle fingers in the air I don't trust you b**hes Spent my money on me so I can f** you b**hes. Ooo! [Hook:] [Verse 4: G-Haze] Got a shirt by Gianni In your main ho that's where you can find me Why these haters want to mean mug me Cuz I'm coming down clean and they b**hes wanna f** sumn Trick you better s** sumn Stepped in the party make a n***a wanna cuff sumn Po-Po that's a No-No Give me Ocho-Cinco! Uhh, f** that condom by Versace when I hit from the back She gon' call me "Papi" while she sit up on my lap Sip syrup lean and I got it from the trap But I ain't a dope boy Shirt by Versace got me feeling like a coke boy Gold grillz, gold chain, LMG be the game b**h you better f** sumn! [Hook:]