Drew - Versace Remix lyrics

[Intro:dREW] Versace Versace Versace Yo' man I ain't even gon' be humble about it Man i k**ed this I'm the rawest n***a alive, dog I'm the Black Tom Ford I'm the Black Saint Laurent I'm the Black Warhol I'm the Black on your wall [Verse 1: dREW] Versace, Versace I got a hot tottie that's all on my body If your girl ain't with you Then call up her phone, I'll answer it prolly I keep it 5 Hunna in these streets With these beats, n***a no one can stop me She lovin' my music, you know that she choosing me n***a I'm co*ky Put the deep Voice on like an A$AP song n***as thought I was Rocky Book me for a show, I can turn funerals into a Project X Party Turn up, Turn Out I spaz in the booth Migos look what you've started I go retarded Get sloppy toppy in drive-thrus at Hardee's Its summertime and I'm still rockin' Cardis 2013, ya'll still poppin' Mollies? Lodi Di Dodi man we like to party Ask 'bout yo' n***a, they'll say that I'm gnarly Poppin' an Ollie On all of you haters Kick-flip the middle finger, I ain't even a skater Ballin' with that Cali Purple I ain't even a Laker Flawda Water on me homie I ain't even a Gator Ugh But back to that Versace Ah, geez All these women screaming for my sausage On knees So, without spending a pretty penny Take her to the local Denny's And wait for her to finish 'Bout to get a ticket in a minute 'Cuz the windows so tinted But they gotta be, you don't need to see what's up in it She gettin' low like Lil' John and them Eastside n***as Can't get spunk on the flo' 'cuz the Beamer's a rented I can't keep goin' Ball so hard that I hurt my groin I think I need a ma**age Hurry up with my damn croissants!