Tink - Versace (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] Stop with the rumors I went to LA And I turned down they offer (f** that sh**) b**hes hate on me But why give a f** when my fan base is larger (damn) Toss me that beat And I promise you Sosa its gone be a hit Ain't dropped an album I'm still getting paid call me Already Rich I guess that I'm making some noise Hey begging for me out of state Its like I been eating so good, that I feel a bit out of shape Might hit the gym or the booth Cause either way I gotta flex And yo n***a settled for you, cause I won't reply to his text Versace, Versace They wanna take pictures I feel like a model These hoes be so kiddy My name in they mouth like a pink baby bottle Tried to be humble But n***as be talking like I ain't that b**h Internet thugging, like how was you drumming when you in the crib f** what you talking I'm not in no office but I go to work And I'm into fashion don't think I won't have your name put on a shirt I shop in boutiques and I don't keep receipts I don't care for the total They booked me in Europe so lets all be honest I'm no longer local You rappers keep acting I think that its time that we all pull the curtain I bodied the beat give it back to the streets that's community service And don't take it personal I just don't f** with you n***as that much Heard you sneak dissing so I cut you off like I was in a rush I was in denial but now I'll admit ain't no one on my level I'm paving the way for these artist I might as well spit with a shovel And I'm getting money ain't worried bout nothing so f** what they on I'm black and I'm young so they follow the kid like my name was Trayvon [Verse 2] Yeah I saw the case and I have to admit I was shocked by the verdict Bring Zimmerman to Chicago and that'll be one missing person Miss me with all of the gossip cuz people just love to a**ume They know that I rap but when I started singing they all got in tune sh** is ironic I was a nobody and now I'm a star Not selling chocolate but you want a verse gotta pay for these bars Hot as a kettle I deserve a medal or some type of trophy Put my feet up cuz my life is so sweet that feel like I'm toffee Rocking red bottoms but you ain't got a car yet How you screaming levels wearing all your best friend sh** Say you taking off but yo numbers in the same spot I get more attention than a fight up in the parking lot [Verse 3] And no I'm not done cuz I got sh** to say I'm a rapping machine If you ain't gone shoot then I'm sorry my friend you did not make the team Who got the 30? them n***as play dirty like they paid the ref I say the word like a Jehovah's witness they'll be at your steps I'm not into baking but lately my hands been over the dope I hopped on Versace I bet that these n***as won't touch it no mo Just be 100 I'm k**ing these verses I call it a starter b**h can't compete so she stealin' my flow like she ran out of water But what's to expect you should give it a rest like it's time to retire I won't sugar coat it like 1 hour meters your time has expired I proved I'm the best and if that's not Versace then tell me what is it I just shut everyone down and it only took me three minutes EASY! Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Nobody, nobody Nobody This b**h is nobody Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace. Nobody Nobody, Nobody This b**h is nobody!