Versace (Remix) Lyrics – Migos ft. Drake

[Intro: Drake & Quavo]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah!
Oh sh!t, man, who that is?
Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time
That's Migos and Drake at 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 f**k off the property (Gate!)
Rap must be changing
'Cause I'm at the top
And ain't no one on top of me (Woo!)
N!ggas be wanting a verse for a verse
But man, that's not a swap to me (Nah!)
Drowning in compliments
Pool in the backyard
That look like Metropolis (Metropolis?)
I think I'm selling 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 f**k is you talking 'bout?
Saw this sh!t coming 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 f**k is he planning?" (What?)
Just make sure that you got a back up plan
'Cause that sh!t might come in handy (Go, go!)
Started a label, the album is coming September
Just wait on it (Just wait on it!)
This year I'm eating 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 f**k with your new sh!t, my n!gga
Don't ask for my take on it
(Don't ask for my opinion!)
Speaking in lingo, man, this for my n!gga
That trap out the bando (Bando, bando!)
This for my n!ggas that call up
Fernando to move a piano (Brr, brr, brr!)
F**k all your feeling '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 in New York is the Dyckman
And Heights girls are calling 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!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Versace, Versace
Medusa head on me like I'm Illuminati
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
I know that they're mighty
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 never been in the jungle
Try to take my sack
Better run with it, n!gga, don't fumble

[Chorus: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Verse 3: 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
Cooking this dope like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, it blow hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet Versace
When I go to sleep I dream Versace
Medusa, Medusa, Medusa
These n!ggas, they wishing they knew you
They copping 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

[Chorus: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Verse 4: Offset]
King of Versace, Medusa my wifey
My car is Versace, I got stripes on my Mazi
I'm dressing 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 kissing, 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 sipping, Versace, I'm gripping
Them bands in my pocket, you know that I’m living
I'm draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh
Rocking 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

[Chorus: Quavo]
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace