[Verse : Master-Boyz TRN]
Versace Versace Versace Versace
These outfits perfectly
The type i choose in stores all the time daily and weekly
That chick dig my old belt so i'mma go buy a new versace
Trademark so sweet, you feel like you lickin' on a clean candy
I keep astonishin' people like they're dumber than the star Patrick
No prohibition, i come through naturally not hurtin' ethic
Whatever the color you can wear them on the day of St Patrick
Eyes closed i know i be positive about the matchings
Born to glory, people don't need to bother with question
Matterin' their bodies to be itchin'
Last word's suiting with those who bitchin'
Curse to all of them they think you a pigeon
Ain't nigerian but i sound pigjin'
Givin' a try and check where it dredge in
Ain't stealin' shit, ain't goin' to prison
Taste the track i cooked in the kitchen
I'm the best here, not to mention
If i keep goin' that high, i be like that damn fashion
Came up so high to chill on beats, no hatin'
Gotta respect, got ambition
Winning always been a sorta mission
Can't hide it, no reason
I point my nose out and these bitches are lookin'
Sealed on a stare, they think I'm callin' a booty
They copy, put it back wherever you took it
Safety of your diamonds is wherever you put it
Versace Versace Versace Versace
My bitches are comin'
Versace Versace Versace Versace
These snitches act dummy
Versace Versace Versace Versace
They never loved me
Versace Versace Versace Versace
But i know they're lyin'
[Hook : Migos]