[Intro]
Yeah
Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time
Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse]
Versace, Versace
Medusa head on me like I'm Illuminati
This is a gated community
Please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be changing
’Cause I'm at the top and it ain't no one on top of me
N***as be wanting a verse for a verse
But, man, that’s not a swap da me
Drowning in compliments
Pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I'm selling a million first week
Man, I guess I'm an optimist
Born in Toronto
But, sometimes, I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What thе fuck is you talking 'bout?
Saw this shit coming like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Vеrsace
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 chu got a backup plan
'Cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label
The album is coming September, just wait on it
This year, I'm eating your food
And my table got so many plates on it
Hunnid-inch TV at my house
I sit back, like, "Damn, I look great on it"
I do not fuck wit' cho’ new shit, my n***a
Don’t ask for my take on it
Speaking 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
Fuck all your feeling 'cause business is business
It’s strictly financial
I'm always the first one da get it, man
That's how ya lead by example
Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace?
Word in New York is the Dyckman
And Heights girls are calling me Papi
I'm all on the low
Take a famous girl out where’s no paparazzi
I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby
And no one can stop me