Versace Versace - Tyga

Versace, Versace, I brought that sh*t back, all these ni*gas 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 ni*gas gay that’s Elmo

So much green I turned camo

Some hoover nig*as on flannels

Light light you up no candle

Grip on that handle Yosemite Sam ya, that b*tch 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 f*ck 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!

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