[Verse : Master-Boyz TRN]
Versace Versace Versace Versace
These outfits perfectly
The type i choose in stores all the time daily and weekly
That chick dig my old belt so i'mma go buy a new versace
Trademark so sweet, you feel like you lickin' on a clean candy
I keep astonishin' people like they're dumber than the star Patrick
No prohibition, i come through naturally not hurtin' ethic
Whatever the color you can wear them on the day of St Patrick
Eyes closed i know i be positive about the matchings
Born to glory, people don't need to bother with question
Matterin' their bodies to be itchin'
Last word's suiting with those who b**hin'
Curse to all of them they think you a pigeon
Ain't nigerian but i sound pigjin'
Givin' a try and check where it dredge in
Ain't stealin' sh**, ain't goin' to prison
Taste the track i cooked in the kitchen
I'm the best here, not to mention
If i keep goin' that high, i be like that damn fashion
Came up so high to chill on beats, no hatin'
Gotta respect, got ambition
Winning always been a sorta mission
Can't hide it, no reason
I point my nose out and these b**hes are lookin'
Sealed on a stare, they think I'm callin' a booty
They copy, put it back wherever you took it
Safety of your diamonds is wherever you put it
Versace Versace Versace Versace
My b**hes are comin'
Versace Versace Versace Versace
These snitches act dummy
Versace Versace Versace Versace
They never loved me
Versace Versace Versace Versace
But i know they're lyin'
[Hook : Migos]