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Takeoff

"Versace (G-Mix)"

[Verse 1: Drake]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the f*ck off the property
Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me
n*ggas 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 f*ck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this sh*t 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 f*ck is he planning?"
Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that sh*t 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 f*ck with your new sh*t, my n*gga, don't ask for my take on it
Speakin' in lingo, man this for my n*gga that trap out the bando
This for my n*ggas that call up Fernando to move a piano
f*ck all your feelin's cause business is business, it's 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 to New York cause 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: KidCali]
Versace,Versace Medusa Head On Like Im 'Luminati
Im gettin all of these fans now gettin props now im movin to fast
Up to the top ,these girls that admire me and
Felons who followed me
Bout to kill in this b*tch
All of my money is short like a nominee but, you bet I get
1000's ,n*gga yeah f*ckin stylin and im Countin my money better know I got profit and
I makin yo outfits
Call it "Cali" who's on it
Bout to make my Hood know it
Im Cali b*tch Know it
Versace drake's on it, Migos Amigos im Promo
God Knows it Versace, Versace, Im in it im stallion my Counrty You n*ggas ain't nothing im reppin my county like Ace Hood's Boward County that sh*t you don't know and weed you don't blow Haa ima rich as fella n*gga Im on top better know im that Killer blaah make these hoes my strippers Rich Gang money better know I im young money (racks) cuz we the best what we do, all of my n*ggas are c*cky than you now doin that sh*t I said I would do cheecks what you doin my n*gga,vibe way to vibin don't you kill it n*gga
Like stuzzy & drew all in my flight bout to get in it too Versace, I wear it do that "Cali" Ware it like young money brought it all in my chains is medusa on me rappin this b*tch like its julissa on this (what,is it that free jail card)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Its killers, real n*ggas that's all in my posse (shooters!)
I'm getting so rich that they making up rumors that I'm illuminati (rich!)
Just me and my n*ggas we killin' these b*tches, go body for body (murders!)
These suckers be hating, they praying to God that I don't cop a Bugatti
Hold up, drop the top on the rari
Pull in the club and I'm stopping the party
Hold up, got b*tches on b*tches
They poppin' on molly's I'm prolly at Follies with PeeWee and Tip
Questing with Lou
I did everything that I said I would do
I really won't tell you that I'm better than you
But we're not on the same level as you
Cause the G55 got a hell of a view
Regular n*ggas make regular moves
With ya regular b*tch and ya regular crew
And you n*gga still smokin on regular too? Like word?!
What a shame, my n*gga
Louboutin blood like Game, my n*gga
Get left tryna aim, my n*gga
Like Saddam Hussein, my n*gga
I'm whippin' this brand new machine
100 bands in my jeans
Call yo b*tch Barry Sanders
She done ran through the team
I got hoes out the D
They playing on the team
Do anything for me
I mix that xan with the lean
Hold up, let me get it back
Versace, Versace
I'm gettin' this money, I'm stackin' my broccoli (racks!)
I'm running my city
You might gotta pay me if you land on my property (tax!)
I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the ave
sh*t, my life's like monopoly
You caught a new case and you got outta jail
Boy, you look like a cop to me
(Get out of jail free card?)

[Verse 4: Tyga]
Versace, Versace, I brought that sh*t back, all these n*ggas they copy
Medusa head on me I'm at the hotel, Versace Palazzo
I rented the yacht for a week, but I bought the convertible Lambo
Six mill for the mansion
I see haters coming I need some more ammo
These n*ggas gay that's Elmo
So much green I turned camo
Some hoover n*ggas on flannels
Light light you up no candle
Grip on that handle Yosemite Sam ya, that b*tch bang like a banjo
Told my arms dealer no need for a box, I don't read the instructions, I throw out the manual (WOO!)
Versace, Versace, my brother king Trell he in a Ferrari
I don't look the same, my camera the same, I made too much money (WOO!)
Paul Pierce is my neighbor, I told him he should of went to the Clippers
I got some crazy ideas for Versace, get them and tell'em my number
Versace, auggh Picasso, Basquiat I'm c*cky
23, 15 mill I'm just getting started
Pop water my water
I walk around on my wallet
I don't f*ck with Saddam but, that's gold all in my toilet
Statues of Horus, and Anubis is polished
I don't got to, rap about, coke for you to enjoy it
I'm bout' to join the money team, just holla' to Floyd about it
Versace, Versace, I'm taking my money to the Cayman islands (WOO!) Versace Auggh!!

[Verse 5: Quavo]
Shoes and shirt Versace, your b*tch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that b*tch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, n*gga don't fumble

[Verse 6: 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 n*ggas 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
These n*ggas they wishin' they knew you
They coppin' the Truey, remixing the Louis
My blunts is fat as Rasputia
In a striped shirt like I’m Tony the Tiger
I’m beating the pot, call me Michael
Lot of you n*ggas that copy
Look at my closet Versace, Versace

[Verse 7: 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 b*tches, they kissin'
My diamonds is p*ssing, my swag is exquisite
Young Offset no preacher but you n*ggas 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

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