"Versace Versace" lyrics

You know I love the Versace store (Ha)

Versace, Versace. I brought that shit back. All these niggas. 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 niggas gay. That's Elmo
So much green I turned camo
Some hoover niggas 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 have 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 holler to Floyd about it
Versace, Versace. I'm taking my money to the Cayman islands. (woo!) Versace. Auggh!

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace