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Song «Versace (Remix)» von Migos & Drake (feat.).
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2013 06 24 (Digital)
Label: Quality Control Music
Songwriter Kirsnick Ball & Kiari Cephus & Xavier Dotson & Quavious Marshall
Produktion: Nat Powers & Zaytoven
Genre: Hip-Hop - Traprap
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Migos & Drake (feat.)
Kirsnick Ball
Kiari Cephus
Xavier Dotson
Quavious Marshall
Nat Powers
Zaytoven
Lyrics
[Intro: Drake & Quavo] (Zaytoven) Yeah Oh shit, man, who that is? Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time That's Migos and Drake at the Versace store [Verse 1: Drake, Quavo & Takeoff] Versace, Versace Medusa head on me like I'm Illuminati (Versace!) This is a gated community Please get the fuck off the property (gate!) Rap must be changin' 'Cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me (woo!) Niggas be wantin' a verse for a verse But man, that's not a swap to me (nah!) Drownin' in compliments Pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis (Metropolis?) I think I'm sellin' a million first week Man, I guess I'm a optimist (milli!) Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us (go!) 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 (woo!) I been so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he plannin'?" (What?) Just make sure that you got a back up plan 'Cause that shit might come in handy (go, go!) Started a label, the album is comin' September Just wait on it (just wait on it!) This year I'm eatin' your food And my table got so many plates on it (so many!) (damn!) Hundred-inch TV at my house I sit back like "Damn, I look great on it!" (damn, I look good!) I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga Don't ask for my take on it (don't ask for my opinion!) Speakin' in lingo, man, this for my nigga That trap out the bando (bando, bando!) This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano (brr, brr, brr!) Fuck all your feelin' 'cause business is business It's strictly financial (business is business!) I'm always the first one to get it, man That's how you lead by example (I got it!) Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (Versace!) Word in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me Papi (woo, woo) I'm all on the low Take a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi (flash!) I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me (smash!) [Chorus: 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 Illuminati 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 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 never been in the jungle Try to take my sack Better run with it, nigga, don't fumble [Chorus: Quavo] Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace [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, it blow hot like some Taki Come in my room, my sheet Versace When I go to sleep I dream Versace Medusa, Medusa, Medusa These niggas, they wishin' they knew you They coppin' the Truey, remixin' the Louis My blunts is fat as Rasputia In a striped shirt like I’m Tony the Tiger I'm beatin' the pot, call me Michael Lot of you niggas that copy Look at my closet, Versace, Versace [Chorus: Quavo] Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace [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 pissin', 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 grippin' Them bands in my pocket, you know that I’m livin' 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 sellin' them bows Versace take over, it took out my soul [Chorus: Quavo] Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace