Migos ft Drake - Versace lyrics Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I\u0027m \u0027Luminati I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the ducks and I know that they\u0027re mighty (Gotti) (Zaytoven) Whoa I mean, I just left a Versace store Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (whoa) Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I\u0027m \u0027Luminati I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the ducks and I know that they\u0027re mighty Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets (damn) She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch \u0022Versace\u0022 Cheetah print on my sleeve (what else?), but I ain\u0027t ever been in the jungle (nah) Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don\u0027t fumble Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace You can do Truey, I do Versace You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic I set the trend, you niggas copy Cooking the dope, like I work at Hibachi Looking and watching, blow it, hot like some Taki Come in my room, my sheet Versace When I go to sleep, I dream Versace Medusa, Medusa, Medusa (Medusa) These niggas, they wishing they knew ya They coppin\u0027 the Truey, remixing the Louis My blunts is fat as Rasputia In a striped shirt like I\u0027m Tony the Tiger (Versace) I\u0027m beating the pot, call me Mike (Will, Will) Lot of you niggas they copy Look at my closet, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace King of Versace, Medusa my wifey My car is Versace, tiger stripes on my Mazi I\u0027m dressing so nice, they can\u0027t even copy You think I\u0027m Egyptian, this gold on my body (gold) My money my mission, two bitches they kissing (money) My diamonds is pissy, my swag is exquisite Young Offset no preacher, but you niggas listen Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons (whoa) Codeine sipping, Versace I\u0027m gripping them bands in my pocket You know that I\u0027m living (damn), I\u0027m draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh Rockin\u0027 handcuffs, that\u0027s Ferragamo Bricks by the boat, overload I\u0027m think I\u0027m the don, but no Rocko This the life that I chose Bought out the store, can\u0027t go back no more Versace my clothes, while I\u0027m selling them bows Versace took over, it took out my soul Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace