Versace, Versace

It's killers, real niggas that's all in my posse (shooters)

I'm getting so rich that they makin' up rumors that I'm 'luminati (rich)

Just me and my niggas we killin these bitches go body for body (murders)

These suckers be hatin', they prayin' to got I don't cop a Bugatti

Hold up, drop the top on the rari, pull in the club and I'm stoppin' the party

Hold up, got these bitches on bitches they poppin' on molly's I'm prolly at Follies with PeeWee and Tip,

Of course I went Lu I did everything that I said I would do

I really won't tell you that I'm better than you

But we are not on the same level as you cause the G55 got a hell of a view

Regular niggas make regular moves with' ya regular bitch and ya regular crew

And you niggas still smoking on regular too? Like Word?! What a shame my nigga Louboutin blood like Game my nigga

Get Left tryna aim my nigga Like Saddam Hussein my nigga

I'm whippin this brand new machine-Hundred bands in my jeans

Call yo bitch Barry Sanders, she done ran through the team I got hoes out the D

They playin on the team, Do anything for me, I mix that xan with the lean! Hold Up

Lemme' get it back,

Versace Versace,

I'm gettin' this money I'm stackin my broccoli (racks)

I'm runnin' my city you might gotta pay me if you land on my property (tax)

I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the edge 'cause my life like monoply

You got a new ase and you got outta jail, Boy, you look like a cop to me

(Get outta' jail free card?)