[Chorus: Cloud]
Please don't step on my Versace shoes
I don't want your girl to have to polish them again
I said please don't step on my Versace shoes
I don't want your girl to have to polish them again

[Verse 1: Cloud]
Fresh track
Body frame like Adonis on 'em
Bitches bitin' like piranhas on 'em
But I be problem solvin'
Bathe myself and solve, I'm too clean
Burnin'
Poppin' a blue boy, poppin'
Where you been at, kid? Where the raps at, kid?
I been slacking on 'em
I been backing down tracks
I been backing up facts
I been trappin' out bags
I been laughin' at God
I'm just a man, cut me some slack
Cut me a line or cut me a check
Where the Chris at? Flexin'
Where my wrist at? Cutting
Where my dish at? China
Whenever you need me, just put on this beat and push back your seat to the 70s
I'm threw and I'm under the sugar flies
I'm sippin' a bone, I'm half in the super time
Sit in my room, it's childish
You kidding a lot, you is childish
I'm making a lot for it, or should I say pushing numbers on it
Stretchin' the limits, broken the style from it
This a trip, bitch
Welcome to the future, call me Kev Kazooka
Tossing bombs like Link, missing links to heaven
Miss me with the sticky, misses all stick to missing
This bitch with my critics
Find me a chemist, put a lil' oomph in it
Baby, that's mph
Miles per hour, never get sour
Stuck with my buddies, I'm salty at worst
I'm butter up, flex, I'm mixing it up, bitch
I'm mixing it up

[Chorus: Cloud]
Please don't step on my Versace shoes
I don't want your girl to have to polish them again
I said please don't step on my Versace shoes
I don't want your girl to have to polish them again

[Post-Chorus: Cloud]
I'm linked and I'm paranoid
I'm seeing some things, I'm twisting my rings
I'm sitting on satin
I'm feelin' a helluva level above it, ahh
I'm linked and I'm paranoid
I'm seeing some things, I'm twisting my rings
I'm sitting on satin
I'm feelin' a helluva level above it, ahh

[Verse 2: Cyrus]
Sittin' on satin with the thread count
Sittin' on Satan with a head down
She knows what's good with a party favor
But only wanna know what the neck 'bout
Says she not too good with timin'
Seen more stovetops than ramen
Said I'm not too good at cooking crack
But pretty fucking good at rhyming
You should say you famous, you should save your money
You should wear lace and I'll wear 'Sace runners
Got my old shit, cutting paychecks
Looked at bad molly entertainment
Be the last time I surround myself with that much water and Jenkins, like
Baby, you sure that you know me?
'Cause I done think I lost the old me
But I been locked in on my Kobe
This the fair water, that old me
You know we all get to the new whip
The tailors and no be's
I'm focused on building my villa
You focused on sounding like OGs
Just please don't step on my Versace
'Cause I'll make you buy me a copy
You say that you all about the paper
But your machine only good for the copy
Fuck the price tag, I'ma copy and go
Wonder where the bottom but it's dollar and go
She got a body, need a proper unless I'm taking her home
Just hit a line, don't come without a trip and it folds, yeah

[Chorus: Cloud]
Please don't step on my Versace shoes
I don't want your girl to have to polish them again
I said please don't step on my Versace shoes
I don't want your girl to have to polish them again

[Verse 3: Cloud]
How about a penny for your thoughts? Nah
How about some dollars on these thoughts? Nah
How about a youngin put the thoughts to the side
Slide his favorite kicks on, hit the whip, then drive
Then repeat, f, flyers
Brand down the tunnel like a hot kiss
Type so type like it's last pitch
Had to let her free, little birdie was a savage
I be with the class
Keep the reason that I hold your money
Head open to the cosmos
Like God, do a lobotomy
She ask if I'm faded, say I don't know, probably
Asses pushed back from the speed
But of course, I'm still throttling
Horses with power trips
I'm floating, I'm highest
I'm tiptoeing
Just get that I'm over it