[Verse 1: Vibe Mastery]
Versace, Versace; How the fuck did I wake up in this new Bugatti?
Last night was a blur, with all of the drinking, I must of been sloppy
Versace, Versace; I'm playing this rap game; I think it's Monopoly
I'm doing so well, some n***as be saying I run 'lluminati
Things have been changing, I think for the better, 'least that's what they tell me
Matter of fact, I know it's all good, cause your thot on top of me
Keeping it trill, me and my n***as, we doin' it properly
We stackin' up money, these bitches keep thinking that we hit the lottery
Boy, This beat is so hot, Zaytoven got n***as all writing "Versace."
You haters can't stop me; your girl still on top of me; BRRRRRRR; there she is callin' me
I pick up the phone, she come by my home; take one to the dome; no effort like drone
Shit hits you like "woah;" I wrote this so stoned; you already know; colossal like Rome
Thumbs up or thumbs down; flow wordy like noun; 614 is my town; I stay putting it down
I start spitting, you drown cause this verse so renown; this shit's royal like crown; miss your ho, call the pound
RUFF, RUFF
Come back with no beat wit a flow so unique that I'm rocking the streets with my incredible feats. 
Versace, versace; your ho doin Molly; you can't even stop me; you wish you could drop me
Your crew feeling salty cause we hotter than Ghandi, or even wasabi; this rap shit's my hobby
Speaking of hobbies, man, this for my n***as that wish they could copy
Im tryna do me and fuck up the rap game and no one can stop me!