[Intro: Drake & Quavo]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah
Oh shit, man, who that is?
Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time
That Migo is drinkin' in 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!)
N***as 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 n***a
Don't ask for my take on it (don't ask for my opinion!)
Speakin' in lingo, man, this for my n***a
That trap out the bando (bando, bando!)
This for my n***as 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 to New York ‘cause 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!)

[Hook: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Versace, Versace
Its killers, real n***as 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***as we killin' these bitches, 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 bitches on bitches
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***as make regular moves
With ya regular bitch and ya regular crew
And you n***a still smokin on regular too? Like word?!
What a shame, my n***a
Louboutin blood like Game, my n***a
Get left tryna aim, my n***a
Like Saddam Hussein, my n***a
I'm whippin' this brand new machine
100 bands in my jeans
Call yo bitch 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
Shit, 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 3: Tyga]
Versace, Versace, I brought that shit back, all these n***as 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***as gay that's Elmo
So much green I turned camo
Some hoover n***as on flannels
Light light you up no candle
Grip on that handle Yosemite Sam ya, that bitch 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 cocky
23, 15 mill I'm just getting started
Pop water my water
I walk around on my wallet
I don't fuck 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!!

[Hook: Quavo]