Soulja Boy - OMG (Remix) lyrics

[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 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 planning?" 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 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 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: Soulja Boy] God damn, Oh my God (15x) [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] Real n***a movement, young n***a year Lookin so fresh, you'd thought I was a queer Feeling like homer simpson drinkin out a beer Money in the front, with the lean in the rear Get him out of here, swag of the year Young Soulja Boy, I went and tattooed all my tears Damn I had no fears, I feel like a b**h Shoutouts to Lil B, I'm sitting on my dick Pull up to the trap, hoes like damn All this f**ing money, b**h I think I'm uncle sam Tatted on my wrist and my clip don't jam Soulja Boy Tell Em, in the kitchen cooking yams Trap goin ham, speakers going hammer Took your main b**h, then I bammed her and I bammed her Yeah, I rammed her than I jammed her Nutted in her mouth I f**ed that b**h in Alabamer