We use cookies to customize content and advertising, to provide social media features, and to analyze traffic to our site. We also share information about your use of our site with our trusted social media, advertising and analytics partners. Read more.

    Drake / Lyrics

    Playlist 6 Rate 9 Like & Share Print Email Play

    "Versace" Lyrics

    Drake feat. Migos

    Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
    This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
    Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
    Niggas 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 an optimist
    Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
    What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
    Saw this shit 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 fuck is he planning?"
    Just make sure that you got a back up plan
    Cause that shit 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 fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it
    Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando
    This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano
    Fuck 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 in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
    I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi
    I'm trying 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: 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 dozen, I know that they're mighty

    Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
    She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
    Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
    Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble

    [Hook: Quavo]

    [Verse 3: 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 niggas 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
    You niggas they wishin' they knew yah
    They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louie
    My blunts is fat as Rasputia
    Feet and same shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger
    I'm beating the pot, call me Michael
    Lot of you niggas that copy
    Look at my closet Versace, Versace

    [Hook: Quavo]

    [Verse 4: 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 bitches, they kissin'
    My diamonds is pissing, my swag is exquisite
    Young Offset no preacher but you niggas 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]
    This song was submitted on June 24th, 2013 and last modified on July 25th, 2013.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Song Details

    Rank: (−)
    4.1/5 from 9 users
    Charts: view all »
    Referring urls:view all »


    Songs you may also like


    leaderboard activity


    Facebook (0) LetsSingIt (0)