The Game - Versace Remix lyrics

[Hook: Game] Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace Versace [Verse 1: Game] n***a worth 25 million and these on my happy they just call me Chachi I had the b**hes since I was in eighth grade rocking Gebroze Herachis Cause now I got b**hes from Compton to London wake up in my Bugatti in Abu Dhabe Now it's Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency Givency These b**hes I came with is booshy and all of my n***as is raunchy So I f** with Drake in LA cause a n***a can't get in Toronto Rock leather so much that my closet look like there's a zoo in my condo Versace Versace Versace Versace is all on my Chain Medusa is all on my neck and I'm rocking these snakes on a plane Walking in Louie and Gucci and spending so much that I'm going insane My head be spending like nananana and I never f** with Molly's again I'm turnt up, tires balled like a motherf**er burnt up On the day boy ride through the hood with my n***a Kev Hart watch a n***a set fire on you b**hes [Kevin Hart] (Ay Game get fire on these b**hes one time) L.A.B-a** n***a, local a** b**h I'm balling in Europe, car go yuuur Your girl go .. I throw up the deuces and pull out my dick and Put on my chains MCM MCM MCM that sh** don't rhyme These n***as be whack as a b**h but they get away with it all of the time Far is Versace I am the king Like I wanna Biggie to cup all of my jeans You can ask Migos we balling with egos When you in Versace with all of my people [Verse 2: 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: Quavo] Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace [Verse 3: Quavo] 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 [Hook: Quavo] [Verse 4: Takeoff] You can do Truey, I do it Versace You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic I set the trend, you n***as copy Cookin' this dope like I work at Hibachi Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki Come in my room, my sheet Versace Go to sleep, I dream Versace Medusa, Medusa, Medusa These n***as they wishin' they knew you They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louis My blunts is fat as Rasputia In a striped shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger I'm beating the pot, call me Michael Lot of you n***as that copy Look at my closet Versace, Versace [Hook: Quavo] [Verse 5: Offset] King of Versace, Medusa my wifey My car is Versace, I got stripes on my Mazi I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even copy You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body Money my mission, two b**hes, they kissin' My diamonds is pissing, my swag is exquisite Young Offset no preacher but you n***as listen Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons Codeine sippin, Versace I'm gripping them bands in my pocket You know that I'm living I'm draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh Rockin' handcuffs, that's Ferragamo Bricks by the boat, overload I think I'm the don, but no Rocco This the life that I chose Bought out the store, can't go back no more Versace my clothes while I'm selling them bows Versace take over it took out my soul [Hook: Quavo]